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<i>Artsy picture, isn’t it? Our girls’ weekend continued with a trip to mall and a wonderful pedicure.</i>

I heard about this book that was apparently all the rage in the US last year, entitled “French Women Don’t Get Fat.” Well, let me tell you, we do. But at least we do so eating good food. 

The aisles of the average American supermarket are appalling. Example: pop tarts. I mean, seriously, pop tarts? What are they anyway? Pastries? Some sort of bread? They’re definitely not tarts, or th  
There was no football game this weekend so instead we decided to have a girls’ weekend. On Friday night, Leslie (who lives across the hall), Kristin (my neighbor), Rachel (my roommate) and I (left to right) decided to have dinner at the Heidelberg, a famous college hangout that burnt down 2 years ago and was rebuilt last summer. I had a steak, which means that for the first time in 6 weeks, I had a meal that didn’t involve frying something or eating with my fingers. Which leads me to the inevita  
A couple friends came over the other day for a simple goodbye dinner (no I’m not 60, I just did the crazy clubbing a few days later). In the picture are, left to right, Anne-Cerise, Guillaume (he’s not a serial killer, he’s just faking it here) and Fred, all from my high school senior year gang. I’m not a big fan of goodbyes but I’m really excited to go so that makes it easier. Besides, real friends stick around.  
When a friend from Jersey found out I was coming to school in the US, he immediately told me about “thefacebook” (without a space, for the true aficionados). It sounded to me like a mere online forum with profiles and private messages, nothing I hadn’t seen before. Still, I registered the day I got my Mizzou e-mail address, just to see what all the fuss was about. 

I’ll admit it now, it’s truly addictive. The groups are most certainly thefacebook’s most brilliant feature: not only is it a hum  
Meet Isabelle Roughol 
MU student, transferring Fall 2005
Hometown: Dijon, France (yes, indeed like the mustard)
Age: 21 
Major: Journalism 

Activities: Amnesty International, Reporters without Borders, waitress/cashier/girl-who-does-everything-there-is-to-do at McDonalds

Hobbies: photography, traveling and foreign languages, meeting people from all over the world, hanging out with friends, music, driving stick 

Why she came to Mizzou: I've wanted to be a journalist since I was 10 a  
This installment comes at the end of a very busy week.

On Wednesday right after class, 3 friends and I drove to Bonner Springs, KS (west suburb of Kansas City) to go to a Dave Matthews concert. We were admitted free because we set up a table at Dave Matthews’ request to inform people about Amnesty International and get them to support human rights. We recruited about 30 new members. We had 6 petitions going and each received about 80 signatures. To my surprise, the one asking for a revision o  
<i>My friend Mark reading Vox. Ok the photo was staged and lighting sucks, but it’s not always easy to find an illustration.</i>

My apologies to my coordinator Cathy and to my readers for not updating in a few weeks. College life is very demanding indeed, though it is hardly an excuse. 

However, those of you who attentively read campus publications might have seen my name on page #19 of the last issue of Vox magazine. My first article ever to be published! (I don’t count high school, I can  
This is my neighbor and friend Sarah. She and two other girls from Cramer, Jacqueline and Rachel, had the wonderful idea of organizing a chocolate fondue party for those of us who had to stick around during Labor Day weekend. 

After such a nice lazy holiday weekend, it was quite hard to get up for class again this morning and get started on the very busy week I have ahead of me. I will admit that many French students look at the American school system with slight contempt, as it is widely bel  
Up until now, this whole “going to Mizzou” thing seemed very far away. I was so buried in red tape, I couldn’t see the end of the tunnel. But in the past couple of days, I’ve made a huge leap forward: I’ve started packing!!

Some may say, I’m starting very early but I only have 2 days off work per week, so technically it’s as if I were leaving in 10 days. And that is short. Out of those 10 days, 2 will be taken by a trip to Paris for my visa interview (this is sure to be funny, stay tuned for   
<i>#2 on the list of things I’ll miss: the church bells. This medieval church is right across the street from our place, and its bells ring every 15 minutes. It’s become part of the landscape (very funny part of the landscape when it was broken and started ringing random sounds at random times). More generally, I’ll miss the sense of history you get when you walk down the narrow streets (which explain why I couldn’t stand back enough to get the whole church on the picture). My town has an amazin  
<i>I’m running out of random papers to photograph, so instead I thought I’d introduce you to my town and country. I’ve started a mental list of the many things I’ll miss about France. #1: Decent bread! (And the butter that goes with it). Americans have many clichés about France, but one thing that is true is the abundance of bakeries. This one is across the street from our apartment and I can count 8 within a 5 minutes walk (I’m probably forgetting a couple).</i>

Isabelle at Mizzou, season 1   
<i>So obviously, there’s really nothing appropriate to illustrate this entry. Therefore, you get a picture of my eligibility and admission letters. On the right, eligibility, January 12th. On the left, admission, May 26th. In between, all head scratching and paperwork.</i>

The best advice I was given, over and over, by my closest friends who knew how much I wanted this: never give up! There can be quite a while between the moment you start looking into schools and the moment you actually appl  
<i>Those files are a sample of how much paperwork goes into transferring to a US school. The Internet does simplify a lot of the work though, MU’s website has become my homepage. In the process of choosing a school, one becomes quite obsessed… hence the disturbing clay drawing that usually hangs on my wall.</i>

Let’s make this chronological. First stop on your journey towards the completion of a US degree: choosing a school.

1. Check rankings. Surely, they may be overrated but when you don  
<i>I’ve been to America before. Here, in Cody, Wyoming, on the trip around the country that concluded my Rotary exchange year. With, from left to right, top then bottom: Lauren (Australia), Anna-Rikka (Finland), Marma (Indonesia), me, Cinzia (Italy), Caio (Brazil), Anita (Argentina), Flavio (Brazil). (My apologies for the poor quality of the picture, I had to dig deep in my archives.)</i>

So, here it goes. My name is Isabelle, I’m 21 and pleased to “meet” you. Right now, I am writing to you f  
<i>A picture of the social security administration is hardly interesting, so here are my girlfriends and I at the homecoming game, in full Mizzou attire.</i>

Today I accomplished one of the most important steps of my new Missouri life: I applied for a Social Security Number! It might seem small but any international student will tell you it’s a hassle. To be eligible for one, you first need a job. Now you’re gonna tell me, the US economy is doing fine, it can’t be that hard. But the catch is,  
<i>Marching Mizzou parading before the Homecoming game. The Tigers beat the Iowa State Cyclones 27-24 in overtime.</i>

Homecoming was amazing. I got up early to watch the parade, though honestly it wasn’t as big as I’d imagine. Marching Mizzou was good, as usual, and there were some nice old cars. After the parade my friends and I joined in a little tailgating on Kuhlman Court (who would refuse free food?). The game was great too: 2 touchdowns in 2 minutes in the first quarter! The middle of   
<i>Last Sunday was Tiger Walk, the tradition introducing freshmen to the Mizzou community. I am not a freshman, but I’m new so I figured I could go anyway. After that, Marching Mizzou gave quite an impressive performance and a couple friends and I got on the steps of Jesse Hall to take better pictures. Truman the Tiger sneaked up behind us, so we saw him that close. My camera is giving me a hard time, so this picture is by Sean Powers (you can actually see a third of me on the left).</i>

I am  
I couldn’t have been gladder last week to see the end of my contract with McDonalds. Let me count the many advantages of this job: stench of fried food, toaster burns, insults from clients, yells from managers, Big Mac-related nightmares, eating fries and hamburgers every day, machines bipping everywhere, clown pants and ridiculous hats. The second you put on that uniform, you expect bad things to happen to you. I could wake up feeling like a million bucks, and, after 30 minutes on the job, I’d   
The problem with writing a column is that the only moment you have time to write is when there’s nothing happening worth talking about. Loads have happened since my last installment. 

I spent a couple days in Paris to go to the US embassy. You think Paris is romantic? Try getting up at 5.30 to commute to an 8 o’clock appointment, carrying 20 pounds of photographic equipment (which I didn’t even get to use because of the weather); it’s not so poetic anymore. I never imagined there’d be so many  
<i>Is it Ok that this is pretty much the only piece of English-speaking literature I know? I just finished it, and Oh My God! I can’t believe I have to wait at least 2 years for the final volume.</i>

I had an epiphany the other day: I’m going to school! I mean, I always knew I was moving out and settling on a campus, but I’m actually going to school. School. With teachers, classes and homework. Late night study sessions, midterms and finals. Grades, notes and textbooks. I think you get the po  
<i>This is the dark room in which I spend most of my time when I’m not working. All the time I was in this school it was there, and I only found out 3 months ago. I had a few sessions with a photographer who taught me how to make prints, and now I’m on my own. I just pick up the key at the front desk, and thus I fill my long summer days. It’s the 1st time I have to stick in town for the summer, instead of traveling around as I usually do, and it’s not fun.</i>

It is exactly 2:03 a.m. and than  
<i>This is part of my school, the “lycée Carnot” in Dijon, France. Classes range from the 6th grade till the 2nd year of university. I’ve spent 5 years studying here with a much needed break in the middle of high school when I was in New Jersey. The school has never looked as good to me as today, when I’m leaving it, so I photographed the prettiest part, the old Chapel and the “Cour d’honneur” (Honor Yard). The school was built in the late 19th century, like many others, when Jules Ferry passed   
<i>The Place du Tertre was the meeting place for many great artists in the glorious days of Montmartre. Nowadays, you can get a portrait done for a few bucks. The art is questionable, but the place still looks magical.</i>

Our final day in Paris was spent walking around various districts in Paris. We first went to Montmartre, a beautiful district sitting atop a hill overlooking the city. It looks more like a village than an area of Paris, though it’s nothing like what it used to be when the w  
On day 3, we went to the Chateau de Versailles, which I had already seen a dozen times, because my cousins live a 5-minute walk from it. However, its magnificence never ceases to amaze me. Unfortunately, they are currently renovating the grand Hall of Mirrors, so we didn’t get to see all of it. The weather was dreadful so we saved the walk in the beautiful gardens for a future trip.

In the evening, the inevitable happened: we just had to go to the Eiffel Tower. The top floor was closed becaus  
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