On Tuesday mornings I have a sociology class that takes place on the complete opposite side of the city. So, this involves me waking up at 8:00 (gasp!) and taking a 30 minute metro ride to the outskirts of Paris, and then walking 15 minutes to the class. No big deal. But you know what is a big deal? When you go through all the hullaballoo of getting there only to find a sign on the classroom door that says that there is no class!! Haven’t the French heard of emails? But it was weird because all the French students in my class seemed to magically know there would be no class today, because no one else showed up. Maybe there’s a French intuition that lets them all know when there will be class and when there won’t be.
It’s really remarkable how often professors cancel class. I’m taking this philosophy course that met once, and then the next week I found out that the professor was going to be in the Middle East for a few weeks, so we wouldn’t have class until he got back. That would never fly in America.