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.