In the following poem 11th generation's Theresa Zeng describes the first weeks of this year's semester in Dijon.
New beginnings, law and lots of group spirit in Dijon
In the east of France, where vines entwine,
We've come to Dijon, in a city so fine.
A new semester, a journey unfolds,
Through ancient streets, and stories untold.
We step with hope, as learning begins,
through long law classes, where patience wins
From lectures to bars, once busy, once free
We have arrived in Dijon, Europa-Master step three.
Beaune and Besançon, discovered together
exploring la Bourgogne despite quite rainy weather
The Ema-Dom rally, with blind tastes to share,
made us eat local delights in the crisp autumn air.
The master is now in Madame Tourard's hand,
as Monsieur Icard gave over the command.
Long administration — frustrating at times,
But we’ve managed through paperwork's endless climbs.
The cold and rain have chilled us deep,
No heating in Crous yet, no warmth to keep.
But with student cards now, we can eat with delight,
In the Crous-Mensa, open even late at night.
Many of us tried kayaking, gliding with ease,
Out on Lac Kir, enjoying the breeze.
And we’ve tasted gougères and wine so fine,
Celebrated the first birthdays in good time.
Events from ESN, the city, and more,
Welcomed us warmly when we walked through the door.
Dijon is lovely, with so much to do,
And we’ve done it all, as a group, that is true.