(ok, it is now... um... friday? and I am going to fix this blog and then update at the bottom.)
((and now it is the thursday after that friday. BLOGGING NOW!)

I can't believe I'm leaving in 3 days. This defies words.

Ok, what do I have to talk about -- lots of things I'm sure. OH! Paris. So, today we'll do Paris, my oral exam, Fête de la Musique, and My last day with my friends.

It's like midnight and i'm freaking tired, so i did an outline and i'll fill in the blanks when i get the time -- probably tomorrow night my time or maybe even monday sometime. we'll see.

Paris:
thursday: I woke up really early in the morning with Christophe to go to work with him (otherwise I wouldn't have a ride to the Aix station) and we got some coffee. We did two clients, had more coffee, and then went to the TGV station at around 8:45 (my train was at 9). Me being the wonderfully talented person that I am, I managed to lose my tickets right after getting there, but found one of the security guards looking for it and was ok. I got on the train, all was well, listened to music, chilled, and got to paris. In paris, I realized that hey guess what, I had NO money on me, and the metro machines weren't taking my card. GREAT! so I called Olsen freaking out and ended up bumming 1euro40 off of some teenagers after several unsuccessful begging attempts. I took the metro to the Belleville station and got over to the apartment. That night we went out into the city and met up with Mr. Farges and his wife (who is swiss) and we had couscous with them. It was pretty much an awesome night, and makes me really wish I'd taken harder math just to have had his class.

friday: We woke up, went to this garden with amazing comfortable chairs, found a park with lots of play equipment and zane played, then went back to the apartment. Marina (a girl who was planning on going to hampshire who'd been studying french in paris for 5 months) invited me to go get coffee with her, so I flung myself into Paris on my own (LOVED IT) and we chatted and chatted for about 4 hours. It was pretty amazing. I bought myself a snacky dinner at a Casino (supermarket chain) and sat in front of the Pantheon to eat. I got home andddd we chilled.

saturday: Anastasia wasn't feeling well in the morning/didn't sleepy well the night before, so Olsen, Zane and I went to this little park near the apartment. There were lots of other little kids who asked me questions in french and they were incredibly cute. Someone had emptied a bag of birdseed into the bushes so there were about a kajillion pigeons everywhere. Later on I decided to go wander about the city by myself, so I found myself near the Centre Pompidou and there were street performances going on all over the place. After about 2 hours of wander time (I think it was sufficient) I parked myself in front of the museum and watched this crazy guy do tricks. I took lots of pictures and if I can find a cord to connect my camera to the internet I will put them online this weekend (I think it is like the 7th-8th this weekend... yeah). I went back to the apartment and we talked about lots of hippie things.

sunday; I don't remember what we did in the morning, but around 6 I met up with Chris (french/american kid who IS going to Hampshire) and Marina (from before). We hung out around the city and had an all around awesome time. (alliteration... YES).

monday; We went to Versailles, ate in the gardens, I was going to go take a tour of the castle but it is closed on Mondays so instead I wandered around the surrounding area (I really enjoy wandering in unknown areas, can you tell?) Found a cool little shop and bought a scarf and some presents. I ended up chatting with the shop keeper for like 15 minutes. She was about my age and was really nice. It made me feel better about speaking french because at this point I'd been speaking in pretty much only English for a while.

tuesday; Tuesday SUCKEDDDDD. Sort of. I thought my TGV was at 7:04 so I left the apartment at 6ish. Missed the metro by about 5 seconds and had to wait another 12 minutes for the next one, so I was freaking out that I'd miss my train. Got there just on time, but wait! It isn't at 7:04, it is at 7:54. I wait, some guy starts freaking out on his phone at someone named Catherine. He was seriously screaming... in english... it was awkward. I get on the train and find that my lovely darling ipod has decided to erase all of my music. I die a little on the inside. 3.5 hours later I arrive at Aix TGV which, for the 99% of you who have never been, is in the middle of freaking nowhere. It is now 10:30. The next bus for Salon? definitely at 2:40. I call Christophe kind of in a panic and he says he can't pick me up before 1. I look for other options. I find a bus that leaves for Aix centre ville every half hour. I've missed the last one by like 2 minutes, so I wait for the next one. I arrive at Aix centre ville and find I've missed the bus by one minute. ONE MINUTE. I'm starting to freak out a little at this point. The next bus is at 12:40, so I wait and do Sudokus. I see Delphine and... other... guy... at the gare. I take the bus and get to Salon at 1:30. The last bus was at 1:20, the next is at 2:40. I almost cry a little, but then I walk around looking for someone, nobody is in Salon, so I call Vio and she lets me come up to her apartment. We talk and I chill there until my bus and go home and pretty much collapse.

Oral exam:
I got there at 8 am, but considering that the test was alphabetical and my last name is BEChtel and not AAAbechtel, and given the fact that I was 7th on the list of 8, I assumed I'd be going a little later on in the morning. I now understand why they say "when you assume, you make an ass out of (yo)u and me." I was freaking 2nd. I definitely started stressing at this point. I got into the room and she gave me the prologue of Les Confessions by Rousseau. Not the worst possible, but definitely not a text I was hoping for. The blond girl who is in S who went before me pretty much stared at the teacher for 20 minutes without really saying... well, anything, so I guess that made me look better. I was super stressed so I didn't speak as well as I could have. My accent was craaaazy noticeable and I kept repeating myself, but it's all good. I hung around for a while but I was kind of in a shitty mood because of some problems I was having with some of the girls. I went to Daniele's house (my theater teacher) and she gave me a copy of the play I was in.

I was kind of torn between going with Vio and her friends to Aix for fête de la musique or staying in Salon like I'd planned, but finally i ended up going to Aix. Best. Decision. Ever. We has such a crazy fun time. When I first got to Salon Vio wasn't picking up her phone and I found Pauline so we hung out for a bit. Then Tibo came by so she left and I finally got a hold of violaine. We went to her house for a little bit. Her friends picked us up in front of the Cinémas and then we went to her dad's house to get the camper. We drove that to aix, parked in the parking (lot) "Krypton" and took a bus into the centre ville. There was this one crazy percussion group that was marching through the streets -- they were wearing red teeshirts and white cloth pants and they had some really amazing rhythms. They were impressive. We ate pizza that was croustifondante (crunchymelty) played "cap ou pas cap" which is kind of like truth or dare without the truth, so I guess "dare or dare". It literally means are you capable or not, so I think you get the idea. There was this one place where there were what we called "sound walls" with techno and everyone was dancing and we found sophie and hung out with her. She was hilarious. She wanted to keep dancing so we left. We wandered around some more listening to more music, found another sound wall and danced some more. I saw Pierre and he was tots hitting on me, but it was just awkward because he'd never ever talked to me and he was kind of drunk, so it was... yeah... bizarre. We left around 2am when all the music stopped suddenly. Vio saw someone doing Bolas and she asked if she could for a little while because she'd been spazzing all night about forgetting them in the car. We walked back to the parking lot, got a little lost, but finally found it. They sang tryo. It was a beautiful night. We slept in the caravan and had pound cake and nutella in the morning. We all went over to Vio's house and I ended up staying and playing with her puppies. Afterwards we went to Salon just for a little bit and then we went to Mallemort on her scooter. She was planning on seeing her boy, but he was in Marseille so she stayed at my house. She invited me to go to a party that night but I couldn't because the grandparents were staying over. I said she could stay at my house if she wanted because she said she didn't want to go to the party if I didn't go, but she ended up making other plans... after all, it is Mallemort. Bad. Death. There isn't a lot to do, and by there isn't a lot, I mean there is absolutely nothing at all. ever. We had dinner with the grandparents and then we all went over to Nichole's house. She is one of the sweetest women ever.

On Saturday the 23rd I had my last day to really see my friends. I sent a text message to everyone saying that I was going to be in the city all day and to come say good bye to me. I woke up, went over to Nichole's house to say goodbye. She gave me a novel and a book of poetry. I went to Salon around 11am and nothing was open. I went to the Grain d'Arome and had a coffee and wrote in my journal. I started to get hungry so I got a kebab and ate it at the Château. I was getting lonely (it was around 1ish) so I called Océane and she came by for a little. We walked and chatted. I saw Carlotta when we were in front of the lycée Then Wilfrid came around 2 and we went to the Bièrie and talked and laughed about our theories about the homosexuality of certain boys in our class. It was kind of the best ever. It turns out that it was also Marie la blonde's birthday celebration, so I got to see her and coralie and anaïs and thomas also. Pauline and Alexandre came to see me, everyone wrote in my book. We laughed and chatted about the year. It was very low stress, until I said I was leaving at around 8:30. Coralie asked when we could see each other again before I left and I said, well next time I'm in france I guess. She hadn't understood that I was leaving so soon and cried kind of a lot. I got sad too and left with Alex and Pauline. We parted at the corner of the lycée and the ciné and then it was my turn to cry. A lot. Damn, even writing this now is so hard. I miss them so much. Anyways, I was going to go to this party that Vio had invited me to go to to see her for the last time, so I did. It was kind of awkward beacuse I didn't know anyone, but it was ok. At night she walked me back to where Geneviève was going to pick me up and we drove her back to the party even though we only had two seats. On the way back Geneviève started sobbing and I did too. I can't go into any more detail right now because it is just too sad. Anyways, we got home and all was good and I was happy to have seen people, but it was definitely very bittersweet.

YAY! I filled out the outline! Aren't you proud of me!

Well, tomorrow I'm having oral surgery (funfunfun!) so I should have lots of down time to update my life from last day in france until now. I still have a hard time believing I'm seriously here. There are definitely moments that are more difficult than others, but considering, I think I'm doing pretty well.

(oooh now you guys get to wait some more (sorry) and try to figure out my outline. Wait until my words fill in the blanks. And sorry about the lack of updates lately, i've been kind of crappy at the whole dealing with leaving thing in the last week or so.<--- this is what I wrote before I updated the outline)

love kendra

Hi everyone. This isn't going to be an amazing blog, so yeah... get over it.

I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow -- super excited. I need to get away a little to figure some stuff out anyways and it'll be good to not be at my house for a while. I'll update as soon as I get back to tell you all about the crazy awesome time I will hopefully have had with Olsen & Family.

As far as here life, things kinda suck. I took the written section of my Baccalaureat tests and I think I did pretty well on all of them. We'll see I guess, I get my grades online on the 5th of July. Things aren't going too well with me and my friends. I don't know what happened but apparently there are a couple people that don't really want to see me before I go, or that they have other things to do and aren't really concerned by that. I guess I'm being kind of selfish, but come on, I'd think the fact that we might never see each other again could maybe motivated them to put other shit to the side for just the tiny week I have left (5 days in paris, 7 here in the south including today). I'm not even sure that our Fête de la Musique plans won't fall through, which would be pretty much the biggest bummer of life since we've been planing that for at least 2 months. I'm trying to stay as upbeat as possible but I'm feeling kinda shitty right now, so excuse the lackluster quality of this blog. It's about as fun as I'm feeling right now.

Oh well.

At least I'm looking a little more forward to coming home after all this.

See you all soon,

kendra

This week has been, bizarre at best, and downright lonely at worst. That's right folks, all the french kids are trying to cram in that last moment of revision before the Baccalaureat exams, and they are pretty much ALL forbidden by their parents to go out before the last test. This makes life in the middle of no where extra special fun for me, because not only do I get the joys 45 minute bus rides into the city, I also get the delight of all my friends telling me that "Oops! we forgot to tell you but our parents don't want us to stay in the city today so we're all leaving in half an hour..." It's major fun time over here.

We did have one really fun night in the city. I went with Pauline, Diane, Charlotte, Julie, and Caroline to "Le Petit Mexicain" where the food is tasty as heck (although they will never convince me that the prices are good. 10euro for a burrito the size of my hand is CRAZY.) I was secretly cracking up all throughout the meal because they all ordered "fajitas" (it wasn't) and were horribly confused... If my life were a poorly written novel, this passage would go something like this;

"WHAT DO WE DO PAULINE!" they panicked. They watched in awe as Pauline, whose boyfriend works at Le Petit Mexicain, took a tortilla, spread the beans, then guacamole, then cheese, and finally placed the meat strips on top, all with seeming ease. She folded the tasty tasty food product in half, and started to eat. "No no! We can't possibly do that by ourselves!" everyone else cried, staring at the tiny pots of food before them. "It is far too complicated. Everyone! Quick! Copy exactly what Pauline does!"

I however, ordered "enchiladas", which, although super tasty, looked more like a slightly spicy gratin than mexican food. Ooooh those silly french people. I ate the jalapeño slices that I had been told by the waiter not to eat because they were spicy and everyone just kind of stared. I was in spicy heaven, and they told me I was pretty much going to die because of the powerful powerful spice I'd just eaten. haHA! Little do they know, when in get burritos that are normal size (ie el Cheapo 4lyfe) I pile on not only the hot sauce but also far more jalapeño slices then they could ever imagine. Mmmm... food.

Written tests are on Monday and Tuesday, the 13th I have off, I leave Thursday morning (the 14) for Paris to meet up with Olsen/Anastasia/Baby Zane. (SO STOKED), I come back down here on the 19th, I'm gonna spend the day in Salon, come home, study for my oral test on the 21st, Fête de la Musique on the 21st after my oral, (SO STOKED AGAIN) and then 4 days (hopefully) of crazy time before I come home on the 26th. Crazy!

For anyone wanting a countdown, I'm coming home in 16 days. Yikes. Expletive.

A rather interesting day

I was planning on doing a detailed account of my last day of school, but then I fell asleep, so here is that blog along with other things afterwards. Enjoy!

Oh yeah, and MASSIVE picture update. Look for the albums "Theater", "Last Day of School", and "Carnival" (yeah, yahoo started working again :D) I'm serious about this being massive. If I get everything up there should be about 300 pictures. Wow... (UPDATE: OK.... after getting about 30 pictures online yahoo started failing on me again. Someone is going down. I'm trying to find another better picture service, but at this point you have "theater" and about 15 of my 150ish last day of school pictures.) (UPDATE #2... I got 200 pictures on to flikr (look to your right) and it told me that I can't add any more until I pay or delete some other ones. I swear some day I'll figure out a way to organize all of this mess. But anyways! You have about 30 new pictures on yahoo and 200 on flikr. Enjoy.)

So, last Thursday was the last day of school. I woke up and the lovely kind and gentle Benjamin was already in the bathroom. Oh happy day. Around 6:50 I decided that I really would like to go to school clean since I was not planning on coming home until late that night, so I started banging on the door saying 'BEN THE BUS IS IN 15 MINUTES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GET OUT OF THE SHOWER" and he kind of grunted and then slammed the door open. Apparently he'd been done for a while but was just chilling looking at himself in the mirror for kicks. I love mornings... can you tell?
I get to school, go up the hill to where my friends and I stand before the first bell. We're staring at the school, realizing we have Gavois and how this is just not gonna happen, so we decide to go get coffee instead of the first hour of class. We go to the Grain d'Arome and go downstairs and find more than half of our class there too... hahahahaha... Gavois' fan club.
Pauline and I get all excited about going to Italian because we had a project to take a picture with all of our teachers and this teacher -- let's just say a picture of her would be GOLDEN. The hair, the clothes, she has provided us with countless hours of entertainment throughout the year. We wait around for a while, and it turns out that she has decided to cut the last day of school. I was so sad that we didn't get a picture with her... She is crazy. Pauline and I went to the castle next door to the school instead and sat and chatted about how fast the year went.
Then we had math (again we were going for the picture) and he too cut school. What is this crazy french school system?! We took loads of picture in the hallway until the hall monitors came by and told us to leave, so we started walking out and took pictures in the stairwells. One of the hall monitors saw us and we thought she was going to confiscate the camera but instead she took a picture of all us and was really nice and out of character.
4th hour of class was Gavois again, and we looked at each other and said... hold on... is the last day of school really going to be ONLY history? No, I think not. So we went to monoprix and too pictures and walked all around the city for a while instead. It was a very good plan.

There was a concert at school afterwards with groups of student... it was sooooo bad. I took little video clips of the "musicians" because it was just that bad. Anyone know how to put tiny video clips online?

After "school" Diane and a couple of the other girls decided that we were on a quest to find this guy so they could stare at his never ending beauty. I was not as gung ho as they were, and unfortunately this put me in a pretty bad mood, but whatever, I got over it. I drank SO MUCH COFFEE because we went to every bar in the city looking for them and when you sit down you have to order. It was horrible.

All the girls left around 6pm to catch their buses. I went over to the table with Pauline and her boyfriend and we hung out until 7:30 when he had to work. I then went to his restaurant (petit mexicain!) and got tasty tasty food with Pauline and her mom. It started POURING rain to the point where I was outside for literally 10 seconds maximum and I was completely soaked. There wasn't a single hair on my head that wasn't wet -- it was like a shower.

Then, at 8:30pm there was a theater thing at the Casa Palabra which is this little middle eastern style tea place with a very cosy atmosphere. There were two text readings and then afterwards it was kind of an open mic thing. There was a woman who told an amazing story complete with voices -- I was completely enthralled, my friend Jade played accordion, and I sang. After the story I had to go because Christophe was picking me up.

Very cool day.

Friday I was going to go to Aix to a little get together that Diane's cousin was having, but it turned out to be WAY too much of a hassle to get there and back, and I wanted to go to Pauline's house on Saturday night so I ended up not going. We did, however, got H&M where I bought pretty things. I am going to go through hell trying to bring everything home with me...

Saturday I bummed around the house all day and then took a bus to Salon to meet up with Pauline. We went back to her house on her motorcycle and chilled there. Later on, Diane, Marine, Cyriel, Chloe and her boyfriend and Cyriel's cousin met up with us and we hung out in the little fountain building near her house. I was the only one that slept over though. The next day Pauline's mom drove me home. At home we were having the family celebration for Ben's birthday where he was amazingly douchy. He is just not a nice person... at least at his 16 years of age, he is NEVER nice. ever. I took a little video of him while we were singing happy birthday and the apathy just shines through. (again, video... online... how... please?)

And today is Monday!

Wish me luck with the picture update! If there are no new picture when you go look send me an angry email or an angry comment because seriously, this should be working now.

LOVE! Kendra

It has been so hot lately that I've been wearing pretty much exclusively skirts/dresses. However, today it is windy and chilly.

Yesterday we had a huge picnic with friends of the family in the sun (sidenote, I saw a bunch of people I really like for probably the last time, but didn't think about it like that and feel better and not all weepy like I usually do when I see people for the last time), and me being ridiculously white and sometimes not all that smart, got really really sunburned. The funniest part for you and most painful part for me? The fact that I was sitting crosslegged so the sides of my knees/legs is burnt worse than any other part of me. Fun!!! I guess never really living in the hot hot heat makes me forget that I should probably put on sunscreen all the time. Oh well.

Diane had her 17th birthday party the other day and it was OMG so much fun. The only problem was that she forgot to tell me that we weren't allowed to go inside the house and I hadn't brought anything to sleep on... but luckily her, charlotte and myself decided to sleep inside on the kitchen floor, so we were cosy and warm on the linoleum, and everyone else was outside in the chilly night air. They decided to make us pay for this around 7am by BANGING on the door. I guess we kind of deserved it, but it didn't make me any less angry. I successfully yelled at them in french after they woke us the third time.

There is a fly in my room and he is bugging the shit out of me.

I have SO MUCH REVISION TO DO BEFORE THE BAC!!! I'm planning on not even attempting the science papers, the math is freaking easy (I got an 18.5/20 on the last bac blanc without studying, so i'm not tripping), but I actually want to succeed in french, so I bought the annales and am studying. It is kind of crazy. OOooh! I got a 12/20 on our most recent bac blanc in french, which means I was corrected by someone who doesn't know who I am and who didn't know I am not french. I know, I'm pretty much the best ever, worship me. Thing is, I couldn't be too externally happy about the grade since the two girls next to me had picked the same subject as me and had gotten an 8 and a 9 respectively. The whole class is kind of like "??!O_O?!!?" at my grades. I am more "!!!! :D!!!" I'm also pretty excited that Hampshire doesn't have grades. Yesssssss.

We picked cherries at the grandparents' house the other day. TASTY! A bunch of them were too ripe, so Genevieve made jam this morning.

Picture Update!!(Oui diane et pauline, il y a des photos de vous 2. Et pour tous ceux qui font du théâtre, il y a des photos du spectacle y compris les "kids" tout sale! Et moi avec la robe trop laide.) ((EDIT! Er, for some reason Yahoo photos is being a jerk and only uploading 7 of my 40ish pictures... I even tried doing one at a time, and it just isn't working. I'll try again later today, but if it doesn't work, I don't know how to fix it. Sorry!)

They just opened up a bunch of new stores in Aix (including an H&M) and I'd really like to go, but this week is a little bit busy, being the end of school and all. Oh yeah! I only have 3 more days of class, and one ends at 10am and the other at noon. It is crazy how fast this school year went by.

Hmm... I can't think of anything else at the moment. I have to pick classes on June 11th, and I have no clue what I'm going to do. I just keep reminding myself that we have add/drop period for the first two weeks and that I can shop around.


love kendra

Forgive the emo-ness of this post.

Ah!! I'm a huge emotional ball of yuck right now. I have one month left in France. ONE MONTH! The result? A horrible division of Kendra into 2 entirely separate parts. Let me introduce them.

Kendra (pronounced ken-dra)
-So excited to go home
-Misses her family
-misses her friends
-stoked to start college
-ready to move on with her life
-done with life in France, wants to get back to normal life

Kendra (pronounced l'a-mér-i-caine)
-Dreading going home
-already misses her host family
-already SERIOUSLY misses her french friends
-wants to stay here and do Terminale with her buddies
-life in france is her normal life.


Whatttt? But Kendra, you ask, this doesn't make any sense! Most of those statements are contradictory! Seriously, I'd help you if I could, but I don't know how to even process my thoughts right now. You know what I'm doing? I'm avoiding it. I can't stop thinking about it, but I just numb myself to the thoughts because it's easier.

AHHHH! Why are France and San Francisco and Hampshire all so far away from each other? Why do I have such a hard time ending things?

A week ago I was SO ready to go home.
Now, this is the happiest I've been here, and it's ending.
But I still want to go home.
I just want to come back after I'm done being at home.
And then go back home when I'm tired of being here.

I guess the thing is, I keep thinking about if I were really French or if I were to live next year here in France, there would be so many things I could do because a) I speak the language now, and b) I have real friends now.

I feel so emo writing all of this. Don't take the pseudo cry fest all that seriously, I'll be fine. Sometimes I just need to write it down in English.

love kendra

Ok, I swear I'm in the middle of writing an excellent blog entry! I'm just so busy that I haven't had time to finish it yet. I'm not going to be sleeping at home for at least 3 days this week (it is crazy theater fest in salon) so I'm not promising anything before Sunday, but I swear it'll be awesome and there will be pictures.

love you all,

Kendra

UPDATE! The new post is below this one. I don't know why.

Happy Sunday!

I haven't updated in a while, but happily for me, this time it was not for lack of things to say, but for lack of time because I was out doing things!!! This is ridiculously exciting. Can you tell how excited I am? Really? Really Papi? (let it go...)

Ok, hmm... where to start. This might be a little out of order.

I only have a little more than 5 weeks left here and that scares the shit out of me.

Two weeks ago on Wednesday and Thursday we did our play 3 times for people from the school and parents. It went WAY better than I though it was going to be, which was refreshing considering I thought it was going to be horrible beyond belief. A bunch of my friends saw me sing for the first time and they were all excited for me and that made me burst with happiness. Oooh! Another most excellent thing, in the last week I've had at least 10 people tell me that they though I was either faking the American accent in the play or that I am French and just have a weird way of talking. Made me SO FREAKING HAPPY.

I've been hanging out with my friends every day lately and I am realizing that it is going to be so hard to leave. Yes, I miss everyone at home, and I can't wait to see everyone, and I can't wait to start college, and a lot of things here are crazy hard all the time, but I have a life here now. I have real friends. I want to finish school with these guys here too. I need to clone myself.

This week was the 18th Rencontres de Théâtre Scolaire which pretty much means that I lived in Salon at Violaine's house from Thursday night to around 2pm today. We were the first and teh last group to perform, opening night was Tuesday, and we did really well on the two shows. The first group was a lot better the Tuesday night and my group was better the Saturday. On Saturday all 3 of the balconies were full... there were so many people there, it was impressive. I keep wanting to use french descriptors... I have lost my command of the English language. Good job kendra. I saw about 9 shows and did a modern dance in the street performance, which was wacky but a lot of fun. We climbed on things and flailed about in the streets. It was definitely one of those things that I probably should be embarrassed about but totally am not at all. Most of the plays were pretty crappy, but the one done by the conservatory (with Mathilde and Violaine) was crazy good. I tried to take some picture of it, but they all came out blurry. I think I'm gonna go see that one again in June (c'est le 10 et le 20 juin je crois si il y'a qqn ici qui veut y aller avec moi)

Continuing on the theater thing, Christophe, Genevieve, Camille and I all went to marseilles the week before last to see a play that my neighbor directed. It was... bizarre. I didn't understand a whole lot (then again, neither did christophe and genevieve, so I feel better) but the basic subject was two women in a car talking about their childhoods for 2 hours. Yeah, it was long.

Last night I had one of the most surreal "french" moments of the whole year. I was walking home (to Vio's house) from our post theatrical celebrations and Jade (another girl who does theater, but not with me, and who plays accordion amazingly well) asked me to improvise with her. We were walking down the street at like 1 am with about 10 people, everything was abandoned and all the street lights were still on, singing and playing accordion/jazz. It was trippy. I've been having a lot of weird "moments" like this one lately.

May in France is the month of but-I-don't-want-to-work. Why you ask? Every single week in May has at least one day off. It is pretty sweet, except for the fact that we have our first tests in 20 days. Yep, 20 days... fun.

I haven't been to English class a lot recently because it is always at the same time as our practices/performances for theater, and I've just realized how much I can't stand it any more. It is such a waste of my time! Every time I talk she acts like I'm wasting her time, so I've just stopped talking pretty much.

I think this is a good size entry. I'll try to write more frequently for the last bit of time I have here.

Oh! I almost forgot. For those that stalk me via this blog, do you want me to keep blogging this summer/during college? Cause I totally will if there is an interest.

love you guys!

Kendra

I know, I know, you all love me. This is why I managed to get a copy of the most glorious picture known to man kind. That's right, I got a picture of my History teacher along with the kid who dressed up as him for Carnivale. You ready for this?


Bask in the glory.

Love kendra

Geneviève and Christophe got back from Istanbul and had discovered what they told me was the MOST AMAZING IDEA EVER and that they were going to take it, start making it in France, and become kazillionairs. They say they can't tell me about it, but that we'll eat it for dinner tonight and I will revel in the glory that is this ridiculously inventive idea. They even mention that I might steal the idea and make my own living the the US of A with magical food product.

You know what we had for dinner tonight?

Baked potatoes.

Something about putting other foodstuffs inside of a potato was an amazing and never before thought of idea. I go "we totally do this in America" and they got all depressed.

END!