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Location within Nord-Pas-de-Calais region
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| Country | France |
| Region | Nord-Pas-de-Calais |
| Department | Nord |
| Arrondissement | Avesnes-sur-Helpe |
| Canton | Le Quesnoy-Ouest |
| Intercommunality | Quercitain |
| Mayor | Jean-Pierre Ramette (2001–2008) |
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| Elevation | 59–107 m (194–351 ft) (avg. 87 m or 285 ft) |
| Land area1 | 2.84 km2 (1.10 sq mi) |
| Population2 | 327 (1999) |
| - Density | 115 /km2 (300 /sq mi) |
| INSEE/Postal code | 59217/ 59144 |
| 1 French Land Register data, which excludes lakes, ponds, glaciers > 1 km² (0.386 sq mi or 247 acres) and river estuaries. | |
| 2 Population without double counting: residents of multiple communes (e.g., students and military personnel) only counted once. | |
Coordinates: 50°19′36″N 3°40′08″E / 50.3267°N 3.6689°E
Eth is a commune in the Nord department in northern France.
It is about 10 km (6.2 mi) east-southeast of Valenciennes. Residents are called Ethois (plural Ethoises).
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Podcasts:
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by Chris Rice
Eighth Grade
by: Chris RiceTake a little trip with me back to junior high
Set the time machine to1975
We just found out that momma’s gonna have another kid
Back in the eighth grade
Remember the days when life was not so mysterious
And follow me down the hall to the cafeteria
Where the worst thing I could mess up
Was dippin’ yesterday’s corndog in last week’s ketchup
Back in the eighth grade
Why does the past always seem safer
Maybe because at least we know we made it
And why do we worry about the future
When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it
You can believe it--yeah
Just like the eighth grade
Step out into the hall and feel the moment pass
Slam the locker, there’s the bell, we’re running to class
‘Cause Mr. Jackson told us "Don’t be late for geometry again!"
We’re back in the eighth grade
I drop my books, sit down, and mess with my hair
Susie looks at me and smiles, I’m walkin’ on air
Then I hear my name, I missed the question, I mumble something, the class is laughin’
I love the eighth grade!
Why does the past always seem safer
Maybe because at least we know we made it
And why do we worry about the future
When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it
You can believe it--yeah
Just like the eighth grade
You can believe it--yeah