What Do We Want?!

So, there was a strike yesterday.

A BIG strike.

Like, as in, I had eight hours of school. And two hours of class.

Why don't we strike like this in America?

Okay, it was something called a "blockage." Now, when I hear "blockage" and "strike" in the same sentence, I get this unpleasant image of some high-schoolers stuffing the toilets full of toilet paper in some sort of awful rebellion. When the French hear it, they think of a very special type of strike done by students.

What happens is this: students gather around every single gate into the school grounds, and they close the gates. So far, so good. Then, they take every single dumpster and trash can and road block they can find and shove it up against the gate. This, my friends, is my idea of a strike. This is the theory: you can exit, but once you've exited, you can't get back in.

And it would be great if it actually worked like that, but in reality they let you in and out. It's just that most students choose to remain out. All. Day. Long.

And of course why should the teachers miss the fun? They don't necessarily take part in the blockage, but they stay home all day and don't come in to teach their classes.

Thus: eight hours of school, two hours of class. I had to go to English and Cinema. I was heartbroken. (Best. Day. Ever.)

The only problem is that they closed the cafeteria too, but that's easily solved by going to a grocery store and buying nothing but junk for lunch.

When do we get to do it again? Keep messing up, please, French government, because it's like a holiday when you do...