resurrection..?

What an insane weekend. I dont think i've ever seen that many naked people or disgusting things in my life, and i dont consider myself too much of a novice at these things.. So have to hand it to the frogs, they can party like madmen.
The first night started out alright with a longlong busride to bretagne with plenty of games involving taking off your clothes and showing your ass to the other busses that passed by (the were 350 students on the trip). Then somehow we made it to our rooms and then to the disco. I recall even dancing some.
The next day was even more party intensive, with the french going down to the beach and starting their 'games'. We were at a safe distance, a little bit further down the patch of sand. Fortunately or unfortunately, we didnt participate in the games, they were too hardcore for us regular folk.
Later that night you were supposed to have a disguise at the disco/bar-thing (open bar, all night- tough one for us finns). Having brought nothing we went for the good old toga thing, topped with a little bit of eyeliner. And the weirdest thing was everybody knew who the hell we were by the second night. 'Tu es le finlandais!!!', 'bah.. oui? et toi tu es..?'
Surviving the weekend is still the principle thing on my mind, and I have classes where we have to participate on a discussion on wether clausewitz' theory on war is still of value. Good thing i've never read clausewitz - otherwise i might be completely screwed.

P.S. my false identity was bulletproof. People now know everything on the medical system in finland.