Sacre bleu! it's Valentine's Day!?

bleu rhymes with dieu (probably spelled it wrong). It's like the difference between saying "Holy Cow" and "Holy Sweet Jesus!" or something worse, I don't know.
As you can infer from that slew of posts that lies beneath this one here, Robonator is online. Not in the way I'd like him to be (wireless), but in a way that'll do for now (...with a wire...that connects him to the router). From now on though, I'm going to try and post in French too, but I won't say anything in French without saying it in English too. Actually I can't make that promise. But Magdeleine wants me writing in French, and I figured I need to practice and all this English isn't helping me none.
Updates on the week: The kid who triggered the pop quiz in Physiques last week was late yesterday, and I guess coming in 20 minutes late after lunch was the last straw because he got expelled. The day before vacation. Not only that, but the very next class (he had to finish up the day) after the one he was late to was "Group de Partage" (je pense) which is like Transitions as far as I can figure. We sit in a circle and talk about things. Le sujet de cette classe pour cet jour etait "reussir" (it has an accent agu sur the e, but I'm not going to bother right now). Reussir is the verb that means "to succeed." The following hour of class was talking about what it means to succeed, the definition of success, what success means to you...
I know, harsh, right?
I participated a little. It's frustrating to not be able to express my ideas at all. Even in English I have troubles getting the point across, right now I haven't a hope to handle myself in a discussion in French. Euh, I guess that means I have to get better. That's my hope, to be able to properly participate in a discussion. I'm pretty sure I've already mentioned how I've been mistaken for a French person a couple times, but once I start talking I ruin it.
Vendredi Thomas went to his Grandma's so I made my way home by myself. And I did it, without hitch, without getting lost, panicking, anything. Perfect. Oh, have I told you the path home? I think I might need to remind you anyways: From the school - two block to the train station, the train for ten minutes, walk a block and sprint the second block to catch a bus, ride the bus for about ten minutes, get off, a block to the next bus stop where I catch a second bus, ride that for about 5 0r 10 minutes, then walk 2 blocks home. And it's not just like, "oh, here's a bus, let's get on," because Ile de France (the "state" I'm in) has Paris in it, it has it's own special mega public transportation system. Mega mega mega, there's buses and trains everywhere. But I did it, without hitch. Which, unfortunately, makes for a boring story.
Vacation! Next two weeks are off! I'm going to Paris and I'm going to buy things! And see cool things! And I might go skiing too, I don't know.
Vendredi there was no EPS (piscine - the swimming class) because...again, I don't really know. Thomas, Nicholas (not the cousin) et moi sommes allé à chez Nicholas, là nous avons fait nos devoirs de physiques et joué Unreal Tournament. Which I'm surprisingly good at, usually I'm terrible at those kind of games.
Ah, I want to be done typing...Do I have anything else to say? Trèsor is a cereal (this is for Matty) here in France, it's like coco puffs, but 2 - 3 times the size and filled with fudgie chocolate brownie stuff. It was good, but I had it only once, it's too much for me...
Okay, okay, I'm done now,

Taylor en France