Today I only had an hour of french and an hour of SUPER EASY math. It is kind of the coolest thing ever to sit in a math class and be able to anticipate everything while the other around you are struggling.

Math is easier than english. Is that bad?

British makes me want to cry a little because the grammar is so weird. She keeps putting in extra words and telling me I'm wrong about things that are super correct and asking me random questions about american pop culture and looking disappointed if I'm wrong or if I don't know. I don't like it so much.

I did my first homework assignment in french. It took me over an hour. I'll put up a picture when I can. We had a good laugh because when I was correcting it with Geneviève, I read a part of it outloud like this: (translated of course) "The poet advises the young girl to profit from her youth, and therefore her beauty, by using the verb spoon which is usually used in reference to flowers."

yeah -- spoon.
I mean "pick" by the way. Pick = Ceuillir (koi-ear), Spoon = Cuiller (kwee-year) (I think its spelled like that, but it might be wrong. My spelling is SO BAD!!!)



Hilarity.


Other than that, I've met another american exchange student with super bad vibes. She isn't in my class though, so all is good -- except for sometimes she follows me at lunch and its really awkward.

I haven't been able to say awkward in so long even though I've been in about a kabillion awkward situations. It is killing me.

Things are starting to feel normal here, which I think is a really good thing.


I still want a burrito.