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My shirt is speckled with spots of heavy whipping by the garrulous Antoine (aka Robert Phillip
cream and across my stomach are smeared the fingerprints Weinguard) and testing days bring the fun of the
remains of Ghirardelli chocolate. If I had a picture of my language lab, cassette tapes, and dictated free
uniform shirt, it would tell the story clear enough that I response questions.
wouldn’t be typing this anecdote at such a late hour. Our French Conversation class, with its
But this story needs to be told. seven dynamic members, is ruled by the master of
As the quart of chocolate mousse I created and languages, the queen of our chateau, the suivez to
consumed today in French class rumbles around in my our piste, the petite to our prince, and the best chef
stomach, it begs to be told. I know.
Since I first entered Madame Leps’ classroom two Because when you whip seven seniors in
years ago, she has always come up with creative ways to a bowl, combine them with sweet, molten
get us to use our French. From writing conclusions to memories, and sprinkle in a bit of knowledge, the
foreign books to creating art galleries to even cooking combination results in a delicious academic
our very own culinary delights, every day brings a new experience all displayed clearly in an absolutely
surprise. delectable c[g]lass.
Each Monday is reserved for discussing what we
did over the weekend (a conversation usually dominated

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