Currently Reading Rive dangereuse: Roman By Christine Chaufour-Verheyen see related

So Grèveland needs its own anthem now.  Oh wait--I guess that can still be the Marseillese.  Yes, we are still in grève.  Now even the French students seem really restless.  The library was packed at 8:30 this morning with studiers--which is crazy on any campus until finals crunch time.  My German friends are busily preparing something or other along the lines of a presentation although to whom they will present it is a mystery.  As I arrived to my 8:30 class on time with homework prepared only to be greeted with a dumpster and a darkened classroom rather than our spirited little translation teacher, I really wanted to protest myself--but how do you grève against a grève?  Mostly I feel like crossing my eyes and flipping my index finger over my pouting lips to make a splatty, blubber flapping sound, which of course manages to convey my confusion and frustration in a not overly junenile way.