Au Revoir, St-Denis...

St. Denis must have known it was my last day, because they made it very special. In the matter of just a few hours (a few rather than 6, because I was an hour and a half late to psych and decided to therefore just go for the "pause" and hand in my paper and take off, and because I didn't go to soc because I was writing my paper for that in the libe instead), I found all of the following:

Bathroom with:
-lock on the door
-toilet seat
-light in the stall
-toilet PAPER
-trashcan
-working sink
-SOAP
-working hand dryer. Good god!

A free computer in the library that let me access my email, put in a disc, and print out my composition.
A salad at the cafeteria counter.
Someone other than madame Crochety, who served me my salad and coke with a smile and sing-songy voice.

I think there were more things but that's what I got for now.

I was so dumbfounded I didn't know what to do with myself. Well, Universite Paris VIII-St Denis, you've done me well, and thanks for the kind send-off. You definitely were worth the 45-minute (and always amusing in some way or other) hike on Ligne 13, even on days when you had no toilet paper to offer me, nor hospitality other than the crochety old lady manning the cafeteria counter in downstairs Batiment A or the group of sketchy gangsta guys standing around a boombox blaring "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". I won't forget your otherwise kind and active and interesting student body, your array of out-there classes, your commie political stance, nor your modern architecture and design that includes signs written in completely lowercase letters indicating that you are automatically cooler than the Sorbonne.

Au Revoir St-Denis!!