Day 8…like all good things, the residency had to come to an end. But before we could all return home, there was that pesky problem of the last day of classes!
After my well-documented illness, I was not part of the party that went out clubbing the night before. Quite a few people left at midnight to go out to an ‘ultralounge’. I’m too old for that level of partying…I can barely stay awake past 9:15 p.m. when I’m at home. Must’ve been a great time though…I heard rumors of spending many thousands of rupees (per person!), and CCL in my section was quite lightly attended the next morning at 8 a.m.
The highlight for me for that CCL class had to be Francois walking up right before class started and taking a seat in the front row, almost defiantly. As I commented “That’s bold!”, Francois responded with a “That’s strong!” I stand corrected.