Alright so I might repeat some things that I've already said, but I'm going to do a USA and FRANCE comparison.
1. USA: public: school bus or parents take you to school
private: parents take you to school
FRANCE: public: huge bus-like a tour bus takes you, or your parents take you, or a train followed by a city bus ride.
private: your parents take you, or you take the train and the city bus.
2. USA: "thanks" & "murci"
FRANCE: "shanks" & "merci"
3. USA: unless it is a spiral stair case, the stairs do not curve.
FRANCE: the stairs curve. and if you're on the curving side, you're screwed.
4. USA: Cafeteria food consists of the closest dominos' pizza.
FRANCE: Cafeteria food consists of one appetizer, one fruit, one veggie, one dessert, the main plate-which is always a meat and a carb, a drink, and of course, bread.
***********WARNING THIS IS TMI*************
5. USA: there are trashcans in the bathroom-so when you're on your period you do your business and leave.
FRANCE: THERE ARE NO TRASHCANS- everyone knows when you're on your period!!!! AND the trashcan is under the sink..AWK.
6. USA: hugs are the usual hello.
FRANCE: two kissed on each cheek and a "Ca va?"
7. USA: shutters are just, shutters. they are there for decoration.
FRANCE: shutters SHUT. you shut them before you go to bed, and you open them when you wake up.
8. USA: heels are for dances, parties and special occasions.
FRANCE: everyday-even on the cobble stone.
9. USA: you dry your clothes in the dryer..and they shrink.
FRANCE: you hang your clothes with clothes pins and let them dry outside.. scent of the year? nature.
10. USA: we are health nuts. everything is less calories and less this and less that. and watching your weight.
FRANCE: the food is the food. they have junky snacks too....and they LOVE chocolate!
C'est la vie.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Nonsense
I haven't blogged in a while! I'm getting excited, I think my package is FINALLY going to come-with my backup hard drive so I can upload more pictures. MEANING, pictures on my blog! yay! :)
Well, lets see. Currently I just have woken up from a 14 hour sleep. Yes, 14 hours. I am sick. Last night I watched Home Alone and went to bed right after- around 7. I woke up at 930ish. I feel lovely-minus the fact that I have mucus running down my throat at snail pace and can't breathe out of one nostril. Yesterday I was mad because I SWORE I packed Afrin. Afrin is my best friend when I am sick with a head cold-he helps me breathe. I DIDN'T pack it. I bought some stuff at the pharmacie here but it was more like spraying a lavendery minty scent up my nose. I told the mom I needed some spray for my nose and whatever she got me worked pretty much all night until about 6. Which is almost 12 hours. I was happy.
So everytime I throw up I get this feeling-I can always call when it is going to happen. Yesterday morning I woke up, had a head cold and got that stomach feeling. I was hoping it was because I was just nervous about taking a FRENCH LITERATURE EXAM that day, but it wasn't. I took some asprin water-grossest thing on the planet, and took some snack bar to school. So, I get to my exam take as much of it as I can. It's a two paragraph excerpt and it takes me an hour to figure out what it means. But hey, I was happy I figured out what it meant! I finish and I'm sitting in my desk thinking "oh god". Thankfully my assigned seat for *DS* (testing period every tuesday) is towards the front. So, i motioned throw up to the lady and ran out the door. Seriously, so embarrassing. I know everyones thinking "OH MY GOD THE AMERICAN GIRL IS RUNNING OUT OF HERE WTF"
I come back and the lady comes back to me and asks if I'm okay. No and I told her I threw up...Well I didn't know throw up so I said I'm sick..which by the way is Je suis malade. Anyways, she takes me to this infirmary where it is FREEEEEEZING cold. I stay there for about two hours then am taken to the "Vie de Scholar"-like the attendance office at jordan but bigger. I sat in there for about 45 minutes. The girls in there were hilarious. They were young and one knew a little English and one knew cuss words. I guess saying bad words infront of students isn't a big deal? Or maybe they thought I couldn't understand them but every five seconds I heard "merde!" or some other word I can't remember. Then one of the girls (these by the way were girls who worked at school mid twenties, three of them.) told me she was a hair model for Paul Mitchell-when she said it at first I couldn't understand her but then I was like OH PAUL MITCHELL. I believe her too! Her hair is curly like mine, dirty blonde and down to the middle of her back. SO pretty. The other girl was funny. She spoke a little English and was trying to get in contact with my host parents. The Paul Mitchell model kept eating and eating and eating and the English speaking girl was laughing at her and saying you can eat and eat and eat and still not gain wait.
^that is all nonsense. but its really funny to me. at the office at jordan, you would NEVER hear then talk about something like that!
Well, I hope something exciting happens soon so I can blog about it.
à bientôt :)
Well, lets see. Currently I just have woken up from a 14 hour sleep. Yes, 14 hours. I am sick. Last night I watched Home Alone and went to bed right after- around 7. I woke up at 930ish. I feel lovely-minus the fact that I have mucus running down my throat at snail pace and can't breathe out of one nostril. Yesterday I was mad because I SWORE I packed Afrin. Afrin is my best friend when I am sick with a head cold-he helps me breathe. I DIDN'T pack it. I bought some stuff at the pharmacie here but it was more like spraying a lavendery minty scent up my nose. I told the mom I needed some spray for my nose and whatever she got me worked pretty much all night until about 6. Which is almost 12 hours. I was happy.
So everytime I throw up I get this feeling-I can always call when it is going to happen. Yesterday morning I woke up, had a head cold and got that stomach feeling. I was hoping it was because I was just nervous about taking a FRENCH LITERATURE EXAM that day, but it wasn't. I took some asprin water-grossest thing on the planet, and took some snack bar to school. So, I get to my exam take as much of it as I can. It's a two paragraph excerpt and it takes me an hour to figure out what it means. But hey, I was happy I figured out what it meant! I finish and I'm sitting in my desk thinking "oh god". Thankfully my assigned seat for *DS* (testing period every tuesday) is towards the front. So, i motioned throw up to the lady and ran out the door. Seriously, so embarrassing. I know everyones thinking "OH MY GOD THE AMERICAN GIRL IS RUNNING OUT OF HERE WTF"
I come back and the lady comes back to me and asks if I'm okay. No and I told her I threw up...Well I didn't know throw up so I said I'm sick..which by the way is Je suis malade. Anyways, she takes me to this infirmary where it is FREEEEEEZING cold. I stay there for about two hours then am taken to the "Vie de Scholar"-like the attendance office at jordan but bigger. I sat in there for about 45 minutes. The girls in there were hilarious. They were young and one knew a little English and one knew cuss words. I guess saying bad words infront of students isn't a big deal? Or maybe they thought I couldn't understand them but every five seconds I heard "merde!" or some other word I can't remember. Then one of the girls (these by the way were girls who worked at school mid twenties, three of them.) told me she was a hair model for Paul Mitchell-when she said it at first I couldn't understand her but then I was like OH PAUL MITCHELL. I believe her too! Her hair is curly like mine, dirty blonde and down to the middle of her back. SO pretty. The other girl was funny. She spoke a little English and was trying to get in contact with my host parents. The Paul Mitchell model kept eating and eating and eating and the English speaking girl was laughing at her and saying you can eat and eat and eat and still not gain wait.
^that is all nonsense. but its really funny to me. at the office at jordan, you would NEVER hear then talk about something like that!
Well, I hope something exciting happens soon so I can blog about it.
à bientôt :)
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Je suis en retard.
No that does not mean I'm retarded..It means I'm late.
Welp, I've decided my writing on here has gotten pretty sloppy..I think it is because I have so much to say, but it's all scattered in my brain...
Today I left for school at 645..I didn't arrive until 9...
1) We left a little too late to catch the taxi to the train station
2) We went back home when the dad politely told us there was a taxi in five minutes..we ran to the taxi stop.
3) Luckily we ran towards the taxi and waved him down..because he was heading away.
4) We waited at the train station for about an hour.
5) WHY? because the train BROKE
6) Meanwhile it was pouring rain-and FREEZING
7) My toms were soaking wet.
8) We get to Amiens..the bus is late
9) It's 830 and the bus won't arrive until 845
10) First period is at 8.
11) We were late to school...soaking wet..and grumpy.
BUT after that I had a good day. I have made more friends and my french comprehension has really increased.
Today at lunch it was...hilarious. Martina, Lenaelle, Marie, Eva, another girl whose name I forgot...and Me, ate together. Today our lunch was an hour and 45 minutes :) :) Martina and I learned how to cuss in french..and say penis. Since our lunch was extra long today, we went earlier and ate during the middle schoolers lunch. Martina, excited about learning her new favorite word, screamed PENIS in french continually. All the middle schoolers stared...knowing she spoke English, but not knowing why she was screaming an awkward word, penis.
Yeah today was kinda an inappropriate and extremely long day, but I had fun.
Welp, I've decided my writing on here has gotten pretty sloppy..I think it is because I have so much to say, but it's all scattered in my brain...
Today I left for school at 645..I didn't arrive until 9...
1) We left a little too late to catch the taxi to the train station
2) We went back home when the dad politely told us there was a taxi in five minutes..we ran to the taxi stop.
3) Luckily we ran towards the taxi and waved him down..because he was heading away.
4) We waited at the train station for about an hour.
5) WHY? because the train BROKE
6) Meanwhile it was pouring rain-and FREEZING
7) My toms were soaking wet.
8) We get to Amiens..the bus is late
9) It's 830 and the bus won't arrive until 845
10) First period is at 8.
11) We were late to school...soaking wet..and grumpy.
BUT after that I had a good day. I have made more friends and my french comprehension has really increased.
Today at lunch it was...hilarious. Martina, Lenaelle, Marie, Eva, another girl whose name I forgot...and Me, ate together. Today our lunch was an hour and 45 minutes :) :) Martina and I learned how to cuss in french..and say penis. Since our lunch was extra long today, we went earlier and ate during the middle schoolers lunch. Martina, excited about learning her new favorite word, screamed PENIS in french continually. All the middle schoolers stared...knowing she spoke English, but not knowing why she was screaming an awkward word, penis.
Yeah today was kinda an inappropriate and extremely long day, but I had fun.
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