Ohhh, bloggy goodness!

Yesterday was 3 months. That freaks me out; It totally doesn’t feel like its been that long at all. On the other hand when I think back to when I arrived it feels like that was a long time ago.

Thanksgiving is coming on quick. Its going to go completely unnoticed here if my predictions are correct. I wish I could go home just for a weekend to chill with my homies. Christmas is going to be really weird here I think. I wish I could hear about everyone’s new college life.

I keep having really strange dreams that take place in San Bruno but are in French. I had a dream last night where I was talking to Miriam, my boss at Peet’s, and she was asking if I could fly home to take over a shift and I told her that I would. HA! No way.

Genevieve is home now and is off of work for a month. Christophe pulled something in his back and can’t get up for a couple of days. Ben has a cold. Camille pretty much is living at her friend, Lise’s, house this weekend. We have a hospital going on at the house with both parents sleeping in the living room and Ben up all night hacking coughing. Gross.
Hope that wasn’t too much information, but for serious, I fear that I will be next.

Speaking of injury/sickness, Nisha, the Thai exchanger, broke her leg playing basketball. Party.

I got my receipt for my demand for my Carte de Sejour. This means that all of my papers are in order and I’m legally allowed to be in the country (sweet, since my visa has now expired) and that now I have to wait for another paper telling me when my state mandated doctor’s appointment is. This would be the equivalent of the opposite of a party. I’m probably going to get my Carte halfway through my stay here. Silly French government.

In happy blog related news, this blog is apparently on the Hampshire website. HOW COOL IS THAT?! (really) So yes, hi to any random Hampshire people who stumble upon my blog. You should totally go to Hampshire if you like learning. AND!!! If you decided to take a year off in between high school and college they’re really chill about it and they save your scholarships if you have any. Pretty durn awesome. Plus you’ll get to meet me… excellent.

I hate history class with a passion. I got yelled at the other day for asking my neighbor the meaning of an apparently very important word for the lesson and he fuh-reaked on me for talking. I had some very insolent comebacks prepared in my head, but considering that this is French high school where you can get fatty punishments for being insolent I held my tongue.

The church service has just ended and the stupid bell Will. Not. Stop. Dinging. Oh.my.god.stop.now.it.has.been.going.on.for.like.10.minutes.

*Ignoring*

My hands are cold like usual. I am seriously not prepared for winter. And then after having thoughts like that I think about how I am choosing to go to college in Massachusetts where it is a buttload colder than here. Nice.

It is still dinging.


Peace out.


Love Kendra