Story of a Raclette Party at the DI

There are two kinds of people on our good Earth : those who go on vacation to “Blue waves campsite” and its chip house and those who prefer Davos and its lobster restaurants stuffed with truffles. It is of course in the second category that were part of the people hand-selected by Marie and Héloïse to participate in the raclette evening of the IT department. The happys fews had indeed had to go through very demanding selection tests., asking in particular (test 1) to read his email then (test 2) enter their name in a shared file. Only the best of Blésoise promotions, those who are able to beat Thomas Pesquet on an IQ test and achieve 3/20 Patrick Marcel's ordeals survived this ordeal for their greatest pleasure.

Indeed, the evening was a success that we will talk about for a long time in the IT Gotha. Selected dishes, friendly conversations alternating fine funny projections and high-flying metaphysical reflections alternated with animations during which Jean-Yves distributed 73 MOBIL points to winners, and where Adnan granted 10 Free MCQ questions Web App (mostly, let's say nothing to Mr Bisone…) to the nicest L3s (which made it possible to raise their average score by -7 at -2 / 20). Less fortunate were those who won a vocabulary list with Aneeksha.

These little setbacks, however, never affected the success of the evening., where the absence of Patrick Marcel and Nicolas Labroche allowed the guests to feast in a modern musical atmosphere, masterfully orchestrated by MC Rouballay. And everyone will remember the arrival of the cheese under the joyful sounds of Yoddlers from Upper Valais Switzerland. Of course, good fellowship never prevents the emergence of small clans with particular customs. Simple souls lovers of the frank taste of 1664 have shunned delicate palates preferring hops embellished with sweet banana scents, candy or raspberry sugar. Inter-understanding has always been difficult between those who put their sausages on the potatoes and those who put the potatoes on the sausages. Finally, some diehard smokers have obviously never found the path that led from the stairs of the Factory to the raclette machines.

But the moment that will remain the most in the hearts and in the minds is certainly the heartbreaking goodbyes that Ophélie said to us., exiled in Master in Nantes, who moved us all deep within us by throwing us desperate pleas ” don't let me go, over there they are mean, they make us work like in prison, the lessons suck and there is no atmosphere”. We would probably never have had the courage to take her back to her Intercité if we had not promised to welcome her again for the next graduation ceremony.…

In short, a very nice evening during which we thought of the few absent from the department. Too bad for them, and thank you Marie and Héloïse !!!!! All parted by promising to practice handling the crepe maker and the couscous dish for an after and after after…