Since I've been sick the past two days I really should have gotten something done in the way of a post, but I've always been a lazy one, so why stop now?
It's Wednesday again, so generally there would have been three hours of school, but I missed the train again and was still a little sick so I decided to stay home for the first class, which in retrospect was probably not a good idea, but if I had taken the next train I would have missed 3/4 of class anyway and been completely lost. But I did make it to English just in time for the test, which proves I'm the unluckiest person in the world. I stayed home from school two days in a row and had to back out of chorus rehearsal all so I could get better just in time for an English test, which I'm required to complete in French.
After school I didn't do much. I watched a lot of TV and then had a stretch session, which my legs have been needing for a long time. I finished the last season of Avatar, so that makes three whole seasons in about a week. Probably not healthy. I also watched the Parent Trap and Ratatouille today, so I think all in all it was about one of the most pointless days I've ever had. It started to rain as I was walking home and hasn't stopped since.
It also seems as though my host families have decided that they're going to be best friends, and have dragged their charges directly into the middle of the love fest. Not that I mind, of course, because David and Casey are adorable and I love them already, but the parties are kind of getting to me. We spent a very nice two hours or so at the Pagays' house and then just uprooted and were all of a sudden done. Parties here and nothing like parties at home, where everyone starts drinking at 6:00 and then ends up staying until 10:00. No, here they engage in polite conversation until the topics run dry, which they have a tendency to do rather quickly when you're being polite.
Over the weekend I did close to absolutely nothing. Casey spent the night Friday because the Ayets had been invited to a birthday party and without them she can't get to and from Orchestra practice. On Saturday my family took me out for dinner and a little walk around Lyon where I made the most of this French experience by buying two books in English. Now don't judge-I already have two books in French, neither of which I have managed to finish. Besides, both the books I purchased are highly intellectual. Note heavy sarcasm.
I find it rather ironic that in the one place I thought I wouldn't need to run away from my problems, i find myself actually longing for my tennis shoes to arrive. I've been expecting them for some time now, and the longer I sit here at home watching movie after movie the more I wonder why I didn't think to bring them in the first place. I went a whole summer without them-how did I ever think I would manage another year? Well, obviously I was entirely mistaken. I'm pondering going for a walk, which does happen to be something I can do in flip-flops. Maybe I'll head to the Spar in La Tour Centre, and get some chocolate? I feel bad eating the Lindt the Sevils have in their cupboard. I eat far too much as it is.
Another random thought I've come up with, quite on my own-I've always hated having to wait for a break in school until the few days around Thanksgiving, but now I've come to realize that it is, in fact, somewhat of a blessing. Besides the fact that Americans are finished with the school year a month earlier than the French, with the obvious exception of those underclassmen who attend a school which hosts the Baccalaureate each year, Americans have the advantage of not expecting time to pass too quickly. The school year slithers by from August to November in the States, but here, I've been handed an unexpected week and a half-long break in the middle of fall and my brain has already decided it's christmas soon, which couldn't be more inaccurate. Normally, this break would take place around Thanksgiving, and the rest of the country would already be in the holiday spirit. With Halloween behind you and Thanksgiving just ahead, Christmas feels almost just around the corner. But alas, there are still two agonizing months until I get to smell the delicious holiday aromas that I've associated with my favorite time of year from the moment I was born. I've downloaded all the Christmas music I left at home. The Trans-Siberian Orchestra is singled out in my iTunes playlist and Sleigh Ride is on constant repeat in my brain. I think of home and I realize that 102.1 hasn't even started playing Christmas music yet, and they're famous for anticipating the moment most injuriously. But I digress.
I really should be getting on. I leave for a few days in the south of France on Friday, and will certainly post pictures on my Facebook for all to see. I believe my family is taking me to a market of some sort and then for lunch in Italy, so you, my faithful (or not so faithful) readers, will most definitely be hearing about my adventures to come.
And Anthony. Creep off, ok?
Ciao
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