Vendredi: 6 fevrier
So I fell a little behind in writing these, as it’s now Monday evening as I write Friday’s post. I won’t be so detailed in the future though I don’t think, so this shouldn’t prove to be a continuing problem.
Time Class Comments
8h30 - 9h30 Histoire - Geo Blur.
9h30 - 10h30 Espagnol Lv2 I like the music for their movies. Yeah, that’s about all I got out of that class.
10h30 - 13h00 EPS (Piscine) Piscine = pool. As in swimming class. Yeah, it’s like 2 hours of swimming. Fortunately for me, I don’t have a French swimsuit (the almost speedo) so I didn’t have to go. I stayed in the library, read stuff, did stuff online, chilled. Later, when my family set out to purchase my swimsuit so I wouldn’t have to sit out again, I had to explain, much to my displeasure, that I can’t swim. I don’t like swimming, and I just want it to be okay that I don’t like to swim. I guess most French kids don’t like the swimming class, but I’m not sure how they feel about it as a recreation.
13h00 - 14h00 Dejeuner! I don’t know, it was probably cordon bleu or steak (no, that was today). I don’t, it was something more delicious than one would ever expect at a school. Yet the students feel the same about school food as Americans do! What a laugh!
14h00 - 15h00 Mathematiques Vectors and stuff. Or vecteurs et stoof. (note: “stuff” in French is not “stoof.”)
15h00 - 16h00 Histoire des Religions I guess no one likes this class, I was told not to pay attention. In fact, most the class didn’t. About half the class was present at the beginning, and trickled in for the next half hour. (note: this is a school where everyone stands when the teacher walks in a waits to be told to sit. They really don’t like this class). Moral: I drew.
16h00 - 17h00 Physiques I think the teacher was still upset at us. I don’t really remember what happened. Vectors? No, that was math…
Was this the day I finally remembered to give my family their presents? I think it was. So, I got them a pretty cool coffee table book of Whatcom County, and tried to make it as interesting as possible. I made sure to look through it before I gave it to them, so they didn’t see my surprise at all the places I’d never seen featured in this book. Nextly, I got them a Marvel Encyclopedia: hardbound, super cool, because they’re into comics (as I’m sure that you read in the post about the family). Followingly, I got them candy. Delicious American candy. I did say it was my mom’s idea (it was your idea) and they thought it would be a funny idea to send back home the same candy but in French…Proceedingly, I got them peanut butter. They have peanut butter here. It’s not as common, sure, but they informed me France was in fact civilized…Accompanyingly, I made them a little photo book of me and my family and stuff; and since it was made the night before I left, of course it was missing a page because we couldn’t find a decent picture of the kitties in hard copy and Rite Aid was closed. Moreoveringly…okay, that’s all I got them, but I enjoy inventing transition words (that’s right, none of those words are real, but feel free to use them anyways, they’ll make you talk smartingly!) However, I did mention the supposed lack of mashed potatoes, which turned out to be a complete fabrication, and to prove it they bought delicious mashed potatoes that had been made and mixed with fish (the Cod kind) and we had that for dinner the next night.
Saturday and Sunday are going to have a mondo posting, I believe, so I’m going to stop writing now and save myself for that.
Frustrated that he can’t read French people’s handwriting,
Taylor en France
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its not that mashed potatoes dont exist, its just that they are used as much as they are at home
I was also told there was little peanut and ketchup here too, which there seems to be. Actually (I may have already said this) but my family explained that France is a civilized country.. I felt bad. It's like, well I didn't know if you had that or not, there's a crapton of French stuff that's not normal in the US...
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