my very first manifestation

The French are never happier than when they have showered their bedsheets with spray paint and are parading through the streets of Republique,
(la crème de la crème of strike venues) declaring their rights through the mouthpiece of a megaphone. Teenage angst was on display at this particular manifestation as education was the topic du jour. An imperative rite de passage in my personal journey of becoming almost French.