Yesterday was bizarre, so here is a recap:

Ben decided to leave like 45 minutes before the bus, and I refused to go with him so he could smoke with his friends, so I actually got to get ready for school calmly. It was awesome. I get on the first bus and we start 'a truckin', and then about 10 minutes later we stop. dead stop. for 45 minutes. Apparently there was an accident right in front of us. SO I get to school 40 minutes late, of course I have a big in class essay in french at 8 for two hours, and get my retard slip signed (late slip.. but the tops of the pages say "retard" in really big letters because that's how you say late in french) and try to manage a decent dissertation in french in an hour and 20 mins. Then I get to Italian and My prof asks me to give a fricken' ORAL PRESENTATION IN FRONT OF THE CLASS. I almost peed myself I was so nervous and I still failed even though I studied my butt off. This is probably due to the fact that I don't know really how to use the imperfect subjunctive tense in French, so trying to learn it in Italian is kind of useless and since this was the first time that I'd actually spoken Italian, i thought I did pretty good. I said something along the lines of "Article... speaks.... about.... girl... singer... named.... christina delà... songs are many... songs are poetry... end" after Italian I realized that I was done with school because my English teacher never shows up and that means that I never have class, but only when it's really inconvenient.* There was this kid putting on a one man show where he made fun of a famous fat french cook woman who cooks on TV and a singer. I didn't get it... at all. I'm finally doing an activity!!! I found out that there is a bus right after the theater class ends, and I met a bunch of the kids in the class, and they're really nice, so we're going to eat together tomorrow in Salon and then I am going to my first theater class in french in France!!* *run on sentence (written the next day post theater class, i.e. today)

I TOTALLY DID A MONOLOGUE IN FRENCH!

I know, how cool am I? (The answer is really really by the way)

The teacher, who's name I didn't catch, was kind of pissed that I showed up for the first time a month and half after school started. (Granted this class is only one time a week, so I only missed like 4 classes. Not good, but still lady, its not like I missed a lot. The class was super easy to follow.) After she yelled at me and I filled out a form about why I wanted to be in the class, she was nicer. She gave me a monologue to do during the class and we did theater games (nearly Identical to the ones we did at cap, but in French) and then practiced monologues. I memorized about half of mine, and then we all did them in front of the class. Most of them sucked a lot, but the teacher(s? there's another woman who watches but everyone calls Michelle) liked mine. :D! yay!

On the bus ride home I got into my first big argument FOR the US in pretty much my entire life. It was crazy. The thing is, people here try to argument like so:

them-- "So, all Americans are pretty much the worst people ever and they all love bush and the french are pretty much the greatest people in the world... just so you know"

me-- "yeahhhh, and you know this how?" (I need to know their arguments so I can demolish them in my next sentence. This is how I operate people, get with the program)

them-- "well in Charmed the people all live only for themselves and their money, so all Americans are like that right? And also, your rich people live all by themselves and we have no ghettos and poor people live right next to rich people."

me -- " wow you're really wrong. (insert my brilliant examples that I am only able to come up when I'm angry or frustrated) and that is why I never lose an argument. end"

them -- " uhhh in school they tell us that Americans suck"

me -- " So they must be right, if they told it to you they must be correct?"

them -- *head explodes*

me -- *does the debate victory dance*



Yeah, sometimes I think I'm pretty damn cool.


missing you guys and my language skillz like WOAH!

love kendra