Howdy ho kids.
I know this past week has been ridiculously amazing, I'm just trying to remember how...
OH YEAH!
Ok, so we had our Oral Exam for T.P.E. yesterday (Wednesday). This is basically like the internal assessment we had in IB History last year, but in group form and a lot more supervised. My group, up until the day of the oral, had pretty much done the bare minimum just to have something to turn in, so we decided that it might be a really good idea to get together in the dwindling hours before our exam and try and figure out exactly what in the whole world would we might possibly have to talk about for 40 painstakingly long minutes... We assumed it would be a lot like that last sentence -- as many filler words as possible.
So of course, we get pretty much nothing done. We eat, play a game, write an intro and conclusion (which will subsequently be left at Océane's house), play another round of the game, and go to school. They're kinda freaking out at this point, but I am surprisingly calm considering I'm about to pass the first of my Baccalaureat exams here. I don't know why, but seriously I wasn't freaked at all. We go in, do a little scene that we'd prepared from one of our sources, and then it is Océane's turn to talk... and she just completely blocks, so I pick it up. I totally save the whole thing pulling magical magical French and charm out of my butt. It was pretty much the best unprepared test I've ever taken in my life, and it was totally in a foreign language. I was freakin proud of myself. I still am. You should be too.
I've been hanging out with pretty much the same group of girls lately; Coralie, Dianne, Carlotta, Julie, and Marie. Je les kiffe trop, ces filles. Et Dianne m'a écrit un petit mot aujourd'hui disant "quand tu partiras, tu vas bcp me manquer". But seriously, they are excellent people and I'm stoked to have real friends like that.
Geneviève totally freaked last night because Ben is always on the computer and by always I mean from the SECOND he gets home until 9pm when Christophe decided all electronics except the TV go off, and camille is pretty much the same way with the telephone, so I'm actually gonna cut this blog a bit short and get off the computer.
p.s. Thanks to Noel whose Valentine's day package I got today, I have enough reese's and mac and cheese to last me many months. And yes, I know annie's is better, but I was having some pretty hard core cravings for the crappy orange stuff. They don't know how to make crap food in France. I guess that is a good thing...
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
I've stayed over at two friends' houses in the last two weeks! Yay I have friends! On St. Patrick's day Océane and I went to the Casapalabra (no clue how it is really spelled,) and drank chocolate drinks and tea and played Mancala. We went back to her house and stayed up until like 3am. Yesterday I went to Pauline's house after school and we hung out, ate crèpes, watched the end of guitar head, and other such things. We woke up around noon today and I must say, that is first time I've ever done that in my life.
We went to Ikea today too, but I didn't buy anything. I'm starting to think about how very little space I have to bring things back with me. Already I know I'm gonna end up giving Camille quite a bit of my clothes (if she still wants them that is) because there is just no way that I'm going to be able to bring back more than I brought with one less suitcase. (Yes yes, when my mom left she brought the smallest suitcase back with her). Luckily my dad brought home the least usefull silly things that I brought here, but forgot to bring the frying pan back, so I have a frying pan.
And I'm stopping in London -- country of no liquid on airplanes -- where the baggage rules are pretty durn strict at this point.
I wish I could really explain how lame our science class is. The teacher keeps trying to teach, but I don't know why. Not a single person is listening or even attempting to look like their listening. We had one group singing, another sleeping, another listening to music, another doing arts and crafts (<-- I was totally in this group) , and every single week it is exactly the same. Poor teacher. If I were her I'd stop trying. It's good that she gets a couple of 'S' classes in addition to the abomination that is 'L' at my school. We really do suck at almost everything.
This Monday or Tuesday (i forget which) we have our first meeting with the psychiatrist. Fun. I'll be sure to post about it.
Kerr... I don't know what else to write. I hope I'm not getting sick again because then I'd have to punch myself in the face, but I've been really sneezy lately. Hopefully it is allergies.
END!
(love kendra)
We went to Ikea today too, but I didn't buy anything. I'm starting to think about how very little space I have to bring things back with me. Already I know I'm gonna end up giving Camille quite a bit of my clothes (if she still wants them that is) because there is just no way that I'm going to be able to bring back more than I brought with one less suitcase. (Yes yes, when my mom left she brought the smallest suitcase back with her). Luckily my dad brought home the least usefull silly things that I brought here, but forgot to bring the frying pan back, so I have a frying pan.
And I'm stopping in London -- country of no liquid on airplanes -- where the baggage rules are pretty durn strict at this point.
I wish I could really explain how lame our science class is. The teacher keeps trying to teach, but I don't know why. Not a single person is listening or even attempting to look like their listening. We had one group singing, another sleeping, another listening to music, another doing arts and crafts (<-- I was totally in this group) , and every single week it is exactly the same. Poor teacher. If I were her I'd stop trying. It's good that she gets a couple of 'S' classes in addition to the abomination that is 'L' at my school. We really do suck at almost everything.
This Monday or Tuesday (i forget which) we have our first meeting with the psychiatrist. Fun. I'll be sure to post about it.
Kerr... I don't know what else to write. I hope I'm not getting sick again because then I'd have to punch myself in the face, but I've been really sneezy lately. Hopefully it is allergies.
END!
(love kendra)
Monday, March 19, 2007
FLIGHT HOME!
Holy shit. I bought my going home ticket. Here we go! Flight information.
I'm really freaking out people.
I'm on British Airlines
26 June, Tuesday
Marseille -- London (Gatwick) 06:45am -- 07:40am
Airport Change
London (Heathrow) -- San Francisco 01:50pm -- 04:40pm
Total Trip Time: 12hr 45min
Oh my fricken frack.
On a completely different note, I've been hanging out with the group of girls that Cecelie and I wanted to be friends with since the beginning of the year. They're very close so it is kind of difficult to become part of their group, but ever since the whole Natacha incident they really have been making an effort to include me in their group plans. EN PLUS! It was hot last week so we went to the Bierie (a café near my school) after school every day and tanned... and by tanned i mean they tanned and I hid in the shadows because I don't want cancer when I get old and also because I tend to pretty much only burn. It is a really big sadface. But then it is all good because I feel all wanted and stuff which is awesome.
So Geneviève is looking at my hands while I type and she says they look like spiders because they go so fast.
That is all I am capable of typing right now. Party on.
I'm really freaking out people.
I'm on British Airlines
26 June, Tuesday
Marseille -- London (Gatwick) 06:45am -- 07:40am
Airport Change
London (Heathrow) -- San Francisco 01:50pm -- 04:40pm
Total Trip Time: 12hr 45min
Oh my fricken frack.
On a completely different note, I've been hanging out with the group of girls that Cecelie and I wanted to be friends with since the beginning of the year. They're very close so it is kind of difficult to become part of their group, but ever since the whole Natacha incident they really have been making an effort to include me in their group plans. EN PLUS! It was hot last week so we went to the Bierie (a café near my school) after school every day and tanned... and by tanned i mean they tanned and I hid in the shadows because I don't want cancer when I get old and also because I tend to pretty much only burn. It is a really big sadface. But then it is all good because I feel all wanted and stuff which is awesome.
So Geneviève is looking at my hands while I type and she says they look like spiders because they go so fast.
That is all I am capable of typing right now. Party on.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Dun dun dun DUNNNNNNN
Lets start out with Dad's visit. Pictures here! Along with probably the best sign in the history of the universe. (p.s. now that I've learned how to make hyperlinks, really not a big deal, but very exciting in my book, they will appear all over my blog. Fun for me, possibly annoying for you) Ok!
Wednesday, I went to work with Christophe in the morning, we left at 5:45am so I was pretty freaking tired. I went to Boulangerie Poulain and worked in the chocolate/patisserie department all morning. It was pretty sweet, both figuratively and literally. Mmmm chocolate. I now know how to temper chocolate, but only in C°, and the secret recipe for their tasty tasty coffee cakes, but I could never reproduce it without an industrial kitchen. There are not many pictures, but I took a few. When I get home from school (in like 7-8 hours) I'll post them on the picture site. I think we're in dire need of a picture update. At noon Christophe came and got me. We ate free paninis that were my form of payment and I said goodbye until Saturday and got on the bus. I took the bus for an hour and then switched to a train for about 3.5 hours. In my car there was an english couple with their daughter who had down syndrome. The dad pours his coffee all over himself, and I save the day with my french skillz and feel all good about myself. The daughter stares at me for the entirety of the trip after hearing me speak two languages. When I arrived in Nice, my heart was pounding SO HARD and I was super nervous to see my dad. I looked all around and couldn't find him -- turns out there was a 'right' way to leave the station and a 'wrong' way, or what I would like to call a 'less-right' way. Me being me of course, I took the 'less-right' way and was on the other side of the station. Fun. We ended up finding each other and took off down the ridiculously crowded street filled with tourists and construction. Dad had already been there, so the lady behind the counter kinda knew who we were. We put our stuff in the TEENY TINY room, sat for a bit, and then headed out to find something to eat. Even with a map, we managed to get royally lost and the "short 10 minute walk to old nice" that the nice lady behind the counter promised us turned into a "hellish hour and a half struggle to find nourishment, including walking past a soup van for homeless people and being kinda jealous that they were eating" (<-- this very well may be just my reactions to my stomach an may not be exactly accurate) We finally found our way back and got Kebabs, which aren't really kebabs, but more like gyros but bigger. They're pretty durn tasty, but these ones were not as good as the ones they have in Aix. Ooooh, I'm hungry right now. Ok! Finished eating, back to hotel, I slept, dad tried to sleep and didn't really succeed, but it's all good. Thursday: Wow, I wrote a lot for Wednesday. The next 9 ish days will be a lot shorter. Sorry, I'm lazy. We got up, got dressed, and went back to old nice to wander. Had pain au chocolats and coffees. <-- best breakfast ever when it's done right. Wandered, looked at stuff, ate lunch, napped, looked around some more, tried to decide what to do but instead wandered a whole lot more. I actually really like wandering. Christophe called and said we couldn't get the condo for that weekend, but that we'd come back for the end of the week and he asked if we could get train tickets back home instead of them driving crazy time there and back to come get us. It was no problem. OK SIDE NOTE! This protest just walked by the library... They were like 20 people, tops, but they had a lot of sirens to help them. They were yelling "Lute contre le repression sexuel!" Don't know where these kind of things start... but they end up near me. Almost always. Another side note, the library cat is sleeping on the copy machine and will NOT let anyone make photocopies. It is really cute, but I imagine that if I needed to make copies it would piss me off. Back on track -- We went out for dinner and were ignored for like 3 hours, but what we ate was really tasty. Back to the hotel near midnight, and I slept, and again dad didn't really.
Friday: Kinda sucky breakfast at the hotel. Sadface. Walking and looking at stuff again. for lunch... ummmm.... i have no clue if we ate. I don't think we did. And for dinner we had tasty pizza. It made me miss real pizza a lot. At this point the cat has been pried off of the photocopier. Pauvre Minou! We tried to get into a casino earlier, but we didn't have our passports. Oh yeah! We totally went to Monaco and stuck out like sore thumbs. It was kinda awesome. Some guy asked us questions in Italian, but seeing as how the extent of my Italian goes all the way to introducing characters in a story and saying that the mafia is good or bad, I couldn't really help him. Then he starts going caSIno, caSIIIno! And we got it and pointed. I'd imagine that in a country like Monaco, if you have French and English skillz, you can at least get yourself understood by pretty much everyone but the Japanese tour buses, but apparently there are italians with zero knowledge of any other language who come to lose large sums of money. Who knew?everyone except me I guess. At night, Dad went out again to gamble, but my legs hurt from walking non stop for a couple of days and I had some reading to do, so I stayed in the hotel and read a horrible book -- yes indeed another autobiography about men and their relationships with their mothers. Bleck.
Saturday: Quick breakfast in the morning, quick style packing, and then we caught our train back to Marseille. Train train train, bus bus, and tah dah! we're in Aix. So there is the Bellon's car, but where are the Bellons?!?! They're having lunch. So I call, we wait, they show up, and head on back to the house. I show dad around, he starts fixing things like computers and ipods. He is kind of magical like that. At night, we, did, something. I don't remember what.
Sunday: Dad and I woke up and went to the Mass in the old church in mallemort. The pastor... um... totally not what he's called since he is catholic, but I don't know the word right now... preacher? father? Whatevs, let it go, anyways, him, he tried to be funny during his sermon, but somehow jokes about hamburgers don't fly with the older crowd. He then made a parallel between faith and a fire in a high rise. It was logic at least. We got back home and did... something.
Ok, at this point I don't know what we did each day, so I'm just gonna list things that we did and you can put them in whatever order you fancy. Or maybe Dad can comment and fix my errors. noice.
Lunch with Christophe's parents and ben and camille's cousins
Dinner with Geneviève's parents -- we all had quite a bit to drink and the evening turned very very silly.
Aigues-Mortes -- an almost completely preserved fortified town that we walked all the way around
Aix -- Shopping, sight seeing, and beer. There was a lot of consumption of coffee and beer on dad's visit...
Avignon -- Christophe decided to give blood, we walked around, and finally went to H and M, because what is a trip to Avignon without that. Geneviève asked our server at the café what his accent was, he got kinda miffed and asked her to guess, she guessed belgian and he was even more miffed... She got really embarrassed.
OK! Back on schedule
Thursday: We got in the car in the afternoon and drove to Antibes to stay in Christophe's Aunt's condo place. Arrived in the afternoon, decided to go out to dinner that night. We went back to the same restaurant that Dad and I had eaten at the last time when we were ignored, but there was no one there this time. Everything was pretty much delicious and we left happy. We walked all the way down the harbor to the Negresco, the most expensive hotel in nice; These are totally per-night prices people. We saw hookers and really rich russian people with tiny dogs who spoke no French but a little English, so we got by. Drove back home around 12:30 midnight. I fell asleep in the car.
Friday: We went to Eze, and a beach covered in rocks, and at night we tried to watch Lost in Translation, but halfway through the dvd randomly switched to another lame movie. It was kind of the most disappointing thing ever. We went to the grocery store too, which is always fun.
Saturday: Christophe, Dad, and I woke up super early, got dad to the airport at 6, and he left. It was all very quick and early. I went back to the condo and fell back asleep until 10:30. Christophe didn't fall asleep and instead went out and bought a loto ticket.
I know this is ending kind of abruptly, but the librarian is closing down the CDI, so I gotta go soon.
I tried to get together with someone on the last day of break, but everyone was busy, so instead I did homework and watched illegally downloaded arrested development on my computer. I also succeeded at getting the internet on my computer, but the signal isn't strong enough in my room and it only works in the living room. Still... very exciting.
That's all folks! (<-- try explaining that to someone who doesn't speak English... very hard.)
love kendra
Lets start out with Dad's visit. Pictures here! Along with probably the best sign in the history of the universe. (p.s. now that I've learned how to make hyperlinks, really not a big deal, but very exciting in my book, they will appear all over my blog. Fun for me, possibly annoying for you) Ok!
Wednesday, I went to work with Christophe in the morning, we left at 5:45am so I was pretty freaking tired. I went to Boulangerie Poulain and worked in the chocolate/patisserie department all morning. It was pretty sweet, both figuratively and literally. Mmmm chocolate. I now know how to temper chocolate, but only in C°, and the secret recipe for their tasty tasty coffee cakes, but I could never reproduce it without an industrial kitchen. There are not many pictures, but I took a few. When I get home from school (in like 7-8 hours) I'll post them on the picture site. I think we're in dire need of a picture update. At noon Christophe came and got me. We ate free paninis that were my form of payment and I said goodbye until Saturday and got on the bus. I took the bus for an hour and then switched to a train for about 3.5 hours. In my car there was an english couple with their daughter who had down syndrome. The dad pours his coffee all over himself, and I save the day with my french skillz and feel all good about myself. The daughter stares at me for the entirety of the trip after hearing me speak two languages. When I arrived in Nice, my heart was pounding SO HARD and I was super nervous to see my dad. I looked all around and couldn't find him -- turns out there was a 'right' way to leave the station and a 'wrong' way, or what I would like to call a 'less-right' way. Me being me of course, I took the 'less-right' way and was on the other side of the station. Fun. We ended up finding each other and took off down the ridiculously crowded street filled with tourists and construction. Dad had already been there, so the lady behind the counter kinda knew who we were. We put our stuff in the TEENY TINY room, sat for a bit, and then headed out to find something to eat. Even with a map, we managed to get royally lost and the "short 10 minute walk to old nice" that the nice lady behind the counter promised us turned into a "hellish hour and a half struggle to find nourishment, including walking past a soup van for homeless people and being kinda jealous that they were eating" (<-- this very well may be just my reactions to my stomach an may not be exactly accurate) We finally found our way back and got Kebabs, which aren't really kebabs, but more like gyros but bigger. They're pretty durn tasty, but these ones were not as good as the ones they have in Aix. Ooooh, I'm hungry right now. Ok! Finished eating, back to hotel, I slept, dad tried to sleep and didn't really succeed, but it's all good. Thursday: Wow, I wrote a lot for Wednesday. The next 9 ish days will be a lot shorter. Sorry, I'm lazy. We got up, got dressed, and went back to old nice to wander. Had pain au chocolats and coffees. <-- best breakfast ever when it's done right. Wandered, looked at stuff, ate lunch, napped, looked around some more, tried to decide what to do but instead wandered a whole lot more. I actually really like wandering. Christophe called and said we couldn't get the condo for that weekend, but that we'd come back for the end of the week and he asked if we could get train tickets back home instead of them driving crazy time there and back to come get us. It was no problem. OK SIDE NOTE! This protest just walked by the library... They were like 20 people, tops, but they had a lot of sirens to help them. They were yelling "Lute contre le repression sexuel!" Don't know where these kind of things start... but they end up near me. Almost always. Another side note, the library cat is sleeping on the copy machine and will NOT let anyone make photocopies. It is really cute, but I imagine that if I needed to make copies it would piss me off. Back on track -- We went out for dinner and were ignored for like 3 hours, but what we ate was really tasty. Back to the hotel near midnight, and I slept, and again dad didn't really.
Friday: Kinda sucky breakfast at the hotel. Sadface. Walking and looking at stuff again. for lunch... ummmm.... i have no clue if we ate. I don't think we did. And for dinner we had tasty pizza. It made me miss real pizza a lot. At this point the cat has been pried off of the photocopier. Pauvre Minou! We tried to get into a casino earlier, but we didn't have our passports. Oh yeah! We totally went to Monaco and stuck out like sore thumbs. It was kinda awesome. Some guy asked us questions in Italian, but seeing as how the extent of my Italian goes all the way to introducing characters in a story and saying that the mafia is good or bad, I couldn't really help him. Then he starts going caSIno, caSIIIno! And we got it and pointed. I'd imagine that in a country like Monaco, if you have French and English skillz, you can at least get yourself understood by pretty much everyone but the Japanese tour buses, but apparently there are italians with zero knowledge of any other language who come to lose large sums of money. Who knew?everyone except me I guess. At night, Dad went out again to gamble, but my legs hurt from walking non stop for a couple of days and I had some reading to do, so I stayed in the hotel and read a horrible book -- yes indeed another autobiography about men and their relationships with their mothers. Bleck.
Saturday: Quick breakfast in the morning, quick style packing, and then we caught our train back to Marseille. Train train train, bus bus, and tah dah! we're in Aix. So there is the Bellon's car, but where are the Bellons?!?! They're having lunch. So I call, we wait, they show up, and head on back to the house. I show dad around, he starts fixing things like computers and ipods. He is kind of magical like that. At night, we, did, something. I don't remember what.
Sunday: Dad and I woke up and went to the Mass in the old church in mallemort. The pastor... um... totally not what he's called since he is catholic, but I don't know the word right now... preacher? father? Whatevs, let it go, anyways, him, he tried to be funny during his sermon, but somehow jokes about hamburgers don't fly with the older crowd. He then made a parallel between faith and a fire in a high rise. It was logic at least. We got back home and did... something.
Ok, at this point I don't know what we did each day, so I'm just gonna list things that we did and you can put them in whatever order you fancy. Or maybe Dad can comment and fix my errors. noice.
Lunch with Christophe's parents and ben and camille's cousins
Dinner with Geneviève's parents -- we all had quite a bit to drink and the evening turned very very silly.
Aigues-Mortes -- an almost completely preserved fortified town that we walked all the way around
Aix -- Shopping, sight seeing, and beer. There was a lot of consumption of coffee and beer on dad's visit...
Avignon -- Christophe decided to give blood, we walked around, and finally went to H and M, because what is a trip to Avignon without that. Geneviève asked our server at the café what his accent was, he got kinda miffed and asked her to guess, she guessed belgian and he was even more miffed... She got really embarrassed.
OK! Back on schedule
Thursday: We got in the car in the afternoon and drove to Antibes to stay in Christophe's Aunt's condo place. Arrived in the afternoon, decided to go out to dinner that night. We went back to the same restaurant that Dad and I had eaten at the last time when we were ignored, but there was no one there this time. Everything was pretty much delicious and we left happy. We walked all the way down the harbor to the Negresco, the most expensive hotel in nice; These are totally per-night prices people. We saw hookers and really rich russian people with tiny dogs who spoke no French but a little English, so we got by. Drove back home around 12:30 midnight. I fell asleep in the car.
Friday: We went to Eze, and a beach covered in rocks, and at night we tried to watch Lost in Translation, but halfway through the dvd randomly switched to another lame movie. It was kind of the most disappointing thing ever. We went to the grocery store too, which is always fun.
Saturday: Christophe, Dad, and I woke up super early, got dad to the airport at 6, and he left. It was all very quick and early. I went back to the condo and fell back asleep until 10:30. Christophe didn't fall asleep and instead went out and bought a loto ticket.
I know this is ending kind of abruptly, but the librarian is closing down the CDI, so I gotta go soon.
I tried to get together with someone on the last day of break, but everyone was busy, so instead I did homework and watched illegally downloaded arrested development on my computer. I also succeeded at getting the internet on my computer, but the signal isn't strong enough in my room and it only works in the living room. Still... very exciting.
That's all folks! (<-- try explaining that to someone who doesn't speak English... very hard.)
love kendra
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Not very long but...
Wow guys. Just wow. My teacher would NOT STOP CALLING ON ME in french class and I just didn't know the answers. Nothing at all. I babbled about nothing for probably about 10 minutes of the entire class period. This totally deserves a drawing:
OK! Now that we got that over with -- my dad was here over break! We visited lots of crazy places and did things every day, and I'm gonna update this again tomorrow and be much more detailed because I have 2 hours with nothing to do at school tomorrow.
ok, until tomorrow,
kendra
Sunday, March 04, 2007
A blog I wrote a while ago, but just was too lazy (and busy) to post
Yay! Blog time!
I’m actually writing this on my laptop and I’m gonna transfer it to the internet when I’m done. I’m tell you this because I thought you’d all like to know that I’m so habituated with the french keyboard that I’m having a little bit of a hard time with the American one. Fun.
Ok, what did I promise last time? Theater, Drama, Dad, and other things I think.
Theater!
The class on Wednesdays is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever done. We do a whole lot of nothing while the ‘advanced’ kids get to do a full play. Our scenes are stupid and I’m fed up with them. HOWEVER! We went to this campsite this weekend and had happy theater intense work time, and that was a blast – well, not so much the time we actually spent working, but all of the silly fun time was freaking awesome. I got there around 10:15 on Sunday morning and we set up camp. We did exercises for about an hour and they weren’t all completely pointless. In fact, there were a couple of them that I’ve never heard of before that were really good. I find that with this theater class I’m way less self inhibited than I was with the Cap group as far as exercises and improv go, but way worse at acting (this may be because of the language thing… I hope. Either it’s that or I’ve just forgotten how to act. HA! That would suck) Violaine, Romain, and Mathilde all slept there too and we stayed up chatting until like 3am which was pretty much awesome. It really did make me miss the atmosphere at cap drama because I didn’t know any of the people they were talking about or any of their stories and my stories were semi useless because they don’t know anybody I’m talking about, but it was still really fun hearing their stories and just chatting really quietly for hours. We also were in charge of food (the 4 of us) for the 4 meals we had and cracked up because there was a bunch of food but no cooking utensils. It reminded me a lot of when the hand went to Twaine Harte and ana and I had to make salsa using a meat tenderizer and a plastic baggie. At this point I’m feeling a lot better about the show we’re going to do at the end of the year. Still not ecstatic, but at least I’m not dreading it anymore.
Drama!
My class at school is apparently, and I quote, "one of the most immature classes with the least respect for each other and the rules that Emperi has ever seen." There were two different incidents, one with a boy named Pierre being pissed off by this girl named Caroline over a span of 3 months and finally being fed up and smacking her upside the head with his notebook and getting suspended, and the other involved NataCha (apparently it is spelled with a c) calling 4 of the girls in the class whores and getting 4 hours of the equivalent of in-house. She had to sit with the vice principal at her desk for 4 hours working on Saturday morning. In addition to all of that, someone for the Espace SantÈ Jeunes (young people health place) is going to come in to our class 3 times when school starts up again to talk about our problems. This reminds me of the scene in Mean Girls where they all have to talk about their problems in the gym with the principal who is totally clueless about how bitchy girls are. I’ll be sure to keep you all updated.
Dad!
My dad is definitely coming to visit me (ß note to self, in french ‘to visit someone’ is RENDRE VISITE and not VISITER. I don’t know why.) I’m pretty excited to see him and to show off my fancy francy french skillz. We’re gonna be in Nice for at least 3 days, and then my host family is gonna either come get us and bring us back or more likely they are going to stay with us for a couple of days in nice if they can get the little apartment-y place. (another note to self, pack) After that, I have no clue what we’re going to do, but hopefully we’ll find things.
As far as other things go…
I don’t know what else to say. I’m definitely getting closer with some of the girls in my class which is really good. I got invited to hang out with like 3kabillion people over the break (of course the first break I have plenty to do is the one where I can’t do these kabillion things because I already have things to do. Silly.)
I’m so excited about next summer and about college.
I don’t want to leave France either.
I’m actually writing this on my laptop and I’m gonna transfer it to the internet when I’m done. I’m tell you this because I thought you’d all like to know that I’m so habituated with the french keyboard that I’m having a little bit of a hard time with the American one. Fun.
Ok, what did I promise last time? Theater, Drama, Dad, and other things I think.
Theater!
The class on Wednesdays is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever done. We do a whole lot of nothing while the ‘advanced’ kids get to do a full play. Our scenes are stupid and I’m fed up with them. HOWEVER! We went to this campsite this weekend and had happy theater intense work time, and that was a blast – well, not so much the time we actually spent working, but all of the silly fun time was freaking awesome. I got there around 10:15 on Sunday morning and we set up camp. We did exercises for about an hour and they weren’t all completely pointless. In fact, there were a couple of them that I’ve never heard of before that were really good. I find that with this theater class I’m way less self inhibited than I was with the Cap group as far as exercises and improv go, but way worse at acting (this may be because of the language thing… I hope. Either it’s that or I’ve just forgotten how to act. HA! That would suck) Violaine, Romain, and Mathilde all slept there too and we stayed up chatting until like 3am which was pretty much awesome. It really did make me miss the atmosphere at cap drama because I didn’t know any of the people they were talking about or any of their stories and my stories were semi useless because they don’t know anybody I’m talking about, but it was still really fun hearing their stories and just chatting really quietly for hours. We also were in charge of food (the 4 of us) for the 4 meals we had and cracked up because there was a bunch of food but no cooking utensils. It reminded me a lot of when the hand went to Twaine Harte and ana and I had to make salsa using a meat tenderizer and a plastic baggie. At this point I’m feeling a lot better about the show we’re going to do at the end of the year. Still not ecstatic, but at least I’m not dreading it anymore.
Drama!
My class at school is apparently, and I quote, "one of the most immature classes with the least respect for each other and the rules that Emperi has ever seen." There were two different incidents, one with a boy named Pierre being pissed off by this girl named Caroline over a span of 3 months and finally being fed up and smacking her upside the head with his notebook and getting suspended, and the other involved NataCha (apparently it is spelled with a c) calling 4 of the girls in the class whores and getting 4 hours of the equivalent of in-house. She had to sit with the vice principal at her desk for 4 hours working on Saturday morning. In addition to all of that, someone for the Espace SantÈ Jeunes (young people health place) is going to come in to our class 3 times when school starts up again to talk about our problems. This reminds me of the scene in Mean Girls where they all have to talk about their problems in the gym with the principal who is totally clueless about how bitchy girls are. I’ll be sure to keep you all updated.
Dad!
My dad is definitely coming to visit me (ß note to self, in french ‘to visit someone’ is RENDRE VISITE and not VISITER. I don’t know why.) I’m pretty excited to see him and to show off my fancy francy french skillz. We’re gonna be in Nice for at least 3 days, and then my host family is gonna either come get us and bring us back or more likely they are going to stay with us for a couple of days in nice if they can get the little apartment-y place. (another note to self, pack) After that, I have no clue what we’re going to do, but hopefully we’ll find things.
As far as other things go…
I don’t know what else to say. I’m definitely getting closer with some of the girls in my class which is really good. I got invited to hang out with like 3kabillion people over the break (of course the first break I have plenty to do is the one where I can’t do these kabillion things because I already have things to do. Silly.)
I’m so excited about next summer and about college.
I don’t want to leave France either.
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