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Mardi: 3 fevrier
Before I forget: les pantoufle. I have no idea how to spell it, but that’s generally the word for the slippers we have to wear in the house. C’est bizarre. Also: the bathroom, which is always warm, has a pretty sizeable tub, with a shower head like apparatus of significant length, but it’s not a shower nor doesn’t it at all facilitate cleaning oneself in a standing position. I haven’t taken a bath since I was very little and honestly I don’t know how. Oddly enough, it takes me about the same amount of time (I don’t’ wait for it to fill all the way). But the second bathroom is under construction right now and should be done in about a month. I’m not sure if it will have a standing shower, but it’ll be nice to be able to go to the bathroom at night or in the morning when I’m about ready to stain my shorts and other people are in the bathroom for 30 minutes to an hour. I’m a generally patient person, but when it comes to bowel movements I can get a little anxious. Moving on, school: ooh, let’s make a table!

Time Class Comments
9h30 - 10h30 Anglais The teacher made me read Obama’s inauguration speech to the class (in English). I was later informed that the teacher was giddy, because she like Obama so much (oh yeah, we didn’t have a first class today, I don’t know why not)
10h30 - 13h00 Education Civique, Economiques, et Module Français I have little to no memory of this class happening (it’s Wednesday 17h40 as I write this, so that could be why). I don’t think I particularly enjoyed it though. Wow, that’s really strange…
13h00 - 14h00 Dejeuner! (Chicken in this sauce stuff on…noodles? Maybe? And a crepe, and cucumbers in crème sauce, and yogurt, and bread) J’ai mangé avec Thomas, Éric, et Noäh, then I got a tour of the school (again) from a strange group of individuals, none of which wanted to talk in French nor wanted me to talk in French. Now, when I say tour, I mean of the small little wing of the floor that I’m on, which I think is the third floor (out of four). And I’ve only seen about a third of that floor, so I haven’t actually been through most of the school.
14h00 - 15h00 Mathematiques Blur. It wasn’t inequalities though. Which is odd, in fact I remember no transition between what was discussed yesterday, and what was discussed today.
15h00 - 17h00 Umm… Thomas had a test in français which I didn’t have to take and it would’ve been terribly boring for me to sit in that class for two hours, so I chilled in the library. I wrote, I internetted, I read.


So that was my school day. The way home was the same, even though we caught the second bus but missed the first - so instead we took a different bus which follows a similar route. In fact, there are four 186 Buses that I saw. Four buses that adhere to the exact same route, all of which passed the same stop within minutes of each other. Chaos, I tell you. More Naruto in French…it’s really funny actually, but I still can’t get over how horrible those ninja clothes are…(Fun fact: “Ninja” in French is pronounced “neen-jah”) (Another fun fact: similarly, when they say “fish,” they pronounce it “feesh.” I have myself a little giggle to myself every time I hear it.)
It got to the point, though, where I was too tired to continue mashing buttons on Brawl or squint at silly French ninjas, so I went upstairs to read in bed with every intention of passing out for an hour or so. So I did. It felt good. Then dinner. Okay, so I’ve tried some weird stuff since I’ve been here, and I’ve generally enjoyed most of it. Not this, this was too much, I didn’t like it. Sea Urchin. In the spiky little half-shell. It wouldn’t have been so terrible had my bite (you have to scoop it out with a fork or spoon) not contained a few spines. I didn’t feel so bad wiping my tongue on the napkin to rid my mouth of that evil (I swallowed the actual bite, but not the shell/spines) because Thomas et Quentin had already refused to eat it, and Magdeleine informed me that she only eats the red parts (about half). It was all in good humor. Then there was…meat? Er, I really need to remember these meals better. The rest was good. Oh, there was salad. And noodles. Yeah. Then I slept again.
Am I already unable to think of a statement to end this blog entry with? It’s like the third day, this is shameful.

Taylor en France