Ups and Downs

First-update.

Yesterday was the highly anticipated art class trip to the Musée des Beaux-Arts in Lyon. It was intellectual and fascinating and I enjoyed it very much.

If someone from Rotary reads this-stop reading here.

Actually I learned about it the day before and I thought it was rather a waste of time. We were to arrive at the lycée at 1:15 and part shortly after, spending the afternoon on a pleasant guided tour of the museum, after which we would return as a class to the school, from which we would make our own ways home.

What really happened was this:

The bus was late so I arrived at 1:17, thinking I was late, but the class was still milling around the prof doing nothing as he assured that he hadn't forgotten any of our names. Not kidding. He wasn't even checking to make sure that we were there. I believe that if I hadn't called to him and shoved my permission form into his unsuspecting hands he wouldn't have even remembered he had given them to us to get signed. We then walked to the bus stop as a class, where we waited for half an hour for the bus. I would hope that I'm not the only one who feels that this is a tad bit ridiculous. I thought not. Anyway the guided tour was quite a bit less than my expectations had led me to believe it would be, as I saw very little of the expositions as being very intellectual. Anyone can set up a camera on a beach for a few odd hours and then put a TV on fake sand with a colorful umbrella and call it art. Finally, we ended up being told that the teachers had decided to stay in Lyon and not accompany the students back to the school, so we were showed the way back to Gorge de Loup and left to ourselves. Thankfully it's a route I know only too well. Needless to say I was left feeling quite unsatisfied and have even greater desire to see the Louvre and the Musée d'Orsay, both of which happen to house REAL artwork. By people who actually exist in my world.

Secondly-I would just like to say that the Rotary exchange students in Lyon are as of right now my favorite people in France. After a particularly prickly encounter with my aging Youth Exchange Officer (no explanation needed) they were perfectly content to let me vent angrily and even took part in the Louis-bashing themselves. And of course afterward we indulged in some serious laugh therapy. And chocolate.

Thirdly-OLYMPIQUE LYONNAISE MATCH TOMORROW NIGHT!!! So excited!! They're playing against Marseilles, which is truly a rivalry made in Hell, so it should be a good match. Even if I don't understand a bit of soccer, I'll enjoy spending the evening cheering on my new home team with Casey and Dany. And possibly David if he decides to leave his host father for a bit and join us obnoxious girls.