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I roll into work this Monday and all I can think about is black coffee. Walking down to the break room, past the festive looking mini Christmas tree, four large mysterious boxes from Denver, the small smörgåsbord of mini cookies and the popcorn that I bet no one eats, I arrive at the break room. Then it hits me. I don't even like coffee. Then it hits me again. Four. Large. Boxes. From Denver. The SCA photo archive from the Denver Public Library is here! Whoever said all Mondays are lame obviously never got anything from the Denver Library.

by Emily Sloan, '05

by Emily Sloan, '05
This is the second in a series about daily life in a small French village.

By Emily Sloan
Third in a series about daily life in a small French village

As promised, a few observations on the French relationship to the environment (based on a short stay as an ignorant American in one very small and possibly non-representative town in northeastern France). What the French seem to have down:

By Emily Sloan, ‘05 Fourth in a series about daily life in a small French village Greetings from the Vosges! As I mentioned, the first few weeks of any new experience always seem to be the hardest for me, as my doubts about the entire situation overwhelm reason, and I wonder if I was too rash in deciding to come, what on earth I am really accomplishing here, and so forth.