Moliere, Aristotle and I are not friends

I had a test today in my Questions of Aesthetics class that involved comparing arguments regarding the nature and structure of plays as explained by Aristotle in his piece "Poetics" and defended in Moliere's "Critique of L'ecole des femmes". Plus, the Aristotle piece was in Enlgish and Moliere's in French. I can't remember exactly if I wrote in french or english. Probably a mix - which was probably a bad idea considering my professor is uber french. It was a very unpleasant way to beging my morning. Or well, I began my morning being sick and missing my first class ( I never skip classes sick or not - except Shakespeare last semester ... ). Anyway, it was a really really really hard test worth a lovely 10% of my grade. At least everyone else had absolutely no idea what was going on. Did I mention that this is the class that reduced in size from 20 to 5 in one day. Smart kids.

Today, I saw a Hummer on the streets of Paris. Full size. Monster. In the 9th mind you ( where the streets are mostly one ways with cars parked both sides). Now I've always wondered why a person needed a Hummer in Minneapolis/St. Paul or even the suburbs for that matter but now I know. They have one because they have a higher likelihood of off-roading than this stupid french man. At least I know this guy's serious about cars - and reputation. My highest hope for Paris living is to see this man manuvering through the congestion that is Gare du Nord ( and all intersections within one square mile of said gare ). I always carry my camera with me so ... if it happens. Picture.