Character: Gregoire Dubost

Mom was still hanging on the phone in search of the institution that would do us a great favor and agreed to accept me in September. Every morning we scraped from the mailbox tons of promotional avenues. Bright photos on glossy paper praised the merits of a particular College. It was beautiful - and deceitful through and through. I thumbed through them, shaking his head, and thought: I wonder how it managed to capture smiling students? Whether they were paid, whether reported that their French teacher fell into the abyss.

Our family every morning up on the wrong foot. But I wanted for Breakfast was fun, as in advertising: "yo-o-ogur-you "uh-Erman!" But as they say, to dream not harmful.