Students On Strike!

Okay. So, I go up to the fac. And it's blockaded by chairs and students, but you can still get in. So I go. And there are chairs every-fucking-where blocking steps and doorways and everything. No class today. And it was so unreal. . .like some Handmaid's Tale movie set in reverse. . . Unfuckingbelievable. To quote Ann, "Score one for France."
Also, figured out that the whole "negative amounts of money in the bank" is happening because of a new policy on how long it takes to cash international checks. Fuckers. So, the downside is that I'm currently still screwed, the upside is it'll eventually be fixed and it isn't technically my fault.

It's warm enough (barely) to be running around in a tank top. I find I get better customer service and more sympathy when my tattoo is visible. Odd. Maybe it just makes me endearing. Go figure.
So that's my life, eh? Oh, also, Fernando loaned me Cabaret last night. . .I adore Cabaret so I am a happy Jica. Watching it lots over break. Which I've decided has started already, because I'm not sure I'm gonna bother with history class tomorrow. We're on grève, after all.

Vive la France!