Rotary requires all exchange students in D1630 complete 3 exams.
I choose English, French, and Educational Techniques.
My class mates had more or less ten exams... I was more then a little happy that I did not have to do all of the exams.
My first exam was French. A four hour exam including a verbal exam (poetry reading).
walking into the exam I felt confident that I had a chance to pass the exam, walking out I was very confident that I possibly could get 5% from pity points.
English was up next and I felt fairly secure, my only hesitation was that 3/4 parts were in french. Leaving my exam I still felt good...hopeful.
Technique Educative... I did not know what to expect walking in, and I walked out laughing (not in a good way)
My results were:
T.E = ??%
French = 20.5%
English = 90.5%
I was very happy with my french mark! My teacher apologized because she marked me exactly like the other students (which made me feel like I earned my mark).
English on the other hand I didn't quite get... but then later my host mom explained that they can't give anyone 100%. So when I got a chance to look at my exam, I noticed that she scrambled to find any and all mistakes, including grammar, use of vocabulary, writing over the max word limit...etc.
Alla in all, I think I did alright... :)
Saturday 29 December 2012
Thursday 27 December 2012
Christmas
I am a very bad exchange student for you see I assumed Christmas is the same date everywhere, you know, December 25 and all that jazz. WRONG! Why would anything be remotely the same?
A few weeks before Christmas everyone in my host family on my host Dad's side pulled names in a secret Santa for our christmas. I pulled my host sister's name.
So on the 24th I wrapped my secret Santa present and got ready to go celebrate Christmas at my host Grandparents house. I had in my head that this would be like at home where it was a small Christmas celebration with the extended family on Christmas. I was told that we were leaving at 6:30 so at 5:45 I was slowly getting ready. At 6:00 my host Mom comes to my room and tells me that we are going to open our family presents before we go." CRAP!" was all I could think because I wasn't planing on wraping their presents until later, hence why I was panicking!
I raced around the house wrapping my presents. It was not a pretty sight, paper cuts and tape everywhere!
Then I finished getting ready and then joined my family down stairs.
We opened our presents then immediately left to go to the grandparents house.
I was soo surprised for my gift. I got a one day trip to DISENYLAND PARIS!!
The rest of the evening was interesting.
We started by having some Champagne and hors d'oeuvres then we continued to open up the secret Santa gifts.
This secret Santa was different because we had to give clues about who's name we pulled. It was my turn and I said, "she's a girl, and she has a very strong voice" Everyone started Yelling LUCILLE!! LUCILE!!!
I received a new makeup bag and perfume.
We had a beautiful mean then watched fireworks at midnight.
It was a lovely evening but hard all the same. I was fighting back tears the whole evening. Christmas is a wonderful time but not the same with out family.
A few weeks before Christmas everyone in my host family on my host Dad's side pulled names in a secret Santa for our christmas. I pulled my host sister's name.
So on the 24th I wrapped my secret Santa present and got ready to go celebrate Christmas at my host Grandparents house. I had in my head that this would be like at home where it was a small Christmas celebration with the extended family on Christmas. I was told that we were leaving at 6:30 so at 5:45 I was slowly getting ready. At 6:00 my host Mom comes to my room and tells me that we are going to open our family presents before we go." CRAP!" was all I could think because I wasn't planing on wraping their presents until later, hence why I was panicking!
I raced around the house wrapping my presents. It was not a pretty sight, paper cuts and tape everywhere!
Then I finished getting ready and then joined my family down stairs.
We opened our presents then immediately left to go to the grandparents house.
I was soo surprised for my gift. I got a one day trip to DISENYLAND PARIS!!
The rest of the evening was interesting.
We started by having some Champagne and hors d'oeuvres then we continued to open up the secret Santa gifts.
This secret Santa was different because we had to give clues about who's name we pulled. It was my turn and I said, "she's a girl, and she has a very strong voice" Everyone started Yelling LUCILLE!! LUCILE!!!
I received a new makeup bag and perfume.
We had a beautiful mean then watched fireworks at midnight.
It was a lovely evening but hard all the same. I was fighting back tears the whole evening. Christmas is a wonderful time but not the same with out family.
Sunday 23 December 2012
Homesick
Well I have to say I knew it had to come sooner or later... I hoped it would have been more later than sooner.
After my vacation in England I slowly became more and more homesick. The day after I returned to Belgium was Remembrance Day, not exactly the easiest day to go through with out family. Then as the week progressed I just couldn't shake it. I would cry over nothing and everything because apparently everything reminded me of home from cream cheese which I would eat at home to seeing dogs, I have two dogs at home, to eating chocolate, which my mom could tell if I had any. let's just
say everything mad me sad...
It was unlike any sadness that I have ever felt or that I could have predicted. Usually when I'm sad I cry, I don't even want to get out of bed when it's really bad. This may sound melodramatic, but it's true... and I will go on and on because I want to share ever aspect of this exchange as well as let all the potential exchangers who I hope are reading this blog can some what know or at least be aware that homesickness is more then a possibility but a certainty. If you read any part of this post please read the last paragraph.
For some background information my life here is completely different, not different that its like a different world or that one or two things are dramatically different. It's more like everything ranges from ever so slightly to noticeably different, with a few things that are VERY different. One of those very different things is my family life. In Canada for my family nothing is more important then family EVER, here we never start or finish dinner together, as an example.
During my vacation to London, I stayed with my mom's cousin and her family. To be honest I barely remember her but she was willing and excited to have me. This feeling of being wanted... let's just say that it had become a stranger to me... I spent the majority of my vacation doing Canadian family things, eating together, going to the kids soccer games and practices. It was a family life that was more familiar. It was on of the best things to happen so far, if not the best!
Before I left I told myself ever week that things would get better, and each week it did not. So I told myself that I would use this break as a chance to step back and analyze my situation and what to do...
I decided that I would talk to my host mom about how I was feeling... yada yada...
I did that, and after crying many tears with my host mom, I felt better, but I find here that words are not always followed by actions...
The next day after I got back was Remeberance day, a day that is very important to me. Needless to say that was not easy to face alone for the first time. Then followed the hard conversation with my host mom, then a series of activities that just made me cry.
So I did what Rotary told me before leaving and upon arriving here; When you get homesick don't seclude yourself or talk to much with people from home, just immerse yourself in your surroundings.
EASIER SAID THAN DONE!!!
I tried to spend more time out in the main part of the house, didn't do anything in a house where everyone is very much independent and likes to keep it that way... I went to a concert band concert, to a community event, tried to stay more and talk more with Belgian friends... I cried/ felt worse after everythings and every night!
It was more than just crying, I wasn't eating, I was lethargic, I was colder than usual... I never thought that homesickness could cause all of that!!
After about a week I wasn't crying as much, then as the days continued some of the other things left. I was still sad but it was under control.
I was still somewhat lethargic, and I having to tell myself that I needed to eat, weeks later, I just had no drive to do anything beyond the normal or what I was told.
My Dad in Canada was starting to get worried that I was becoming depressed. We talk and I could not deny it once I thought about it. He told me that I just need to be doing stuff, making bracelets or reading, but just to sitmulate my mind.
I guess it was because of my situation here, my homesickness was gone but my less than ideal surroundings were still there.
Right now I am brushing out more hair than normal, and I don't really have an appetite (other than chocolate;P) I'm stressed in a way that I can not fully control but things will get better.
I was asked by a Rotarian if I wanted to go home just as I was getting over being homesick. I thought about it for a moment then said no. I would feel as if I had failed because everything here is not perfect. School is great, village life stinks, and my family life is difficult, I don't want to leave even if it was the better decision unless every thing was good or else I would feel like I didn't give it my all and that I was giving up. My entire year can't be like this so why would I give up before the good stuff.
After my vacation in England I slowly became more and more homesick. The day after I returned to Belgium was Remembrance Day, not exactly the easiest day to go through with out family. Then as the week progressed I just couldn't shake it. I would cry over nothing and everything because apparently everything reminded me of home from cream cheese which I would eat at home to seeing dogs, I have two dogs at home, to eating chocolate, which my mom could tell if I had any. let's just
say everything mad me sad...
It was unlike any sadness that I have ever felt or that I could have predicted. Usually when I'm sad I cry, I don't even want to get out of bed when it's really bad. This may sound melodramatic, but it's true... and I will go on and on because I want to share ever aspect of this exchange as well as let all the potential exchangers who I hope are reading this blog can some what know or at least be aware that homesickness is more then a possibility but a certainty. If you read any part of this post please read the last paragraph.
For some background information my life here is completely different, not different that its like a different world or that one or two things are dramatically different. It's more like everything ranges from ever so slightly to noticeably different, with a few things that are VERY different. One of those very different things is my family life. In Canada for my family nothing is more important then family EVER, here we never start or finish dinner together, as an example.
During my vacation to London, I stayed with my mom's cousin and her family. To be honest I barely remember her but she was willing and excited to have me. This feeling of being wanted... let's just say that it had become a stranger to me... I spent the majority of my vacation doing Canadian family things, eating together, going to the kids soccer games and practices. It was a family life that was more familiar. It was on of the best things to happen so far, if not the best!
Before I left I told myself ever week that things would get better, and each week it did not. So I told myself that I would use this break as a chance to step back and analyze my situation and what to do...
I decided that I would talk to my host mom about how I was feeling... yada yada...
I did that, and after crying many tears with my host mom, I felt better, but I find here that words are not always followed by actions...
The next day after I got back was Remeberance day, a day that is very important to me. Needless to say that was not easy to face alone for the first time. Then followed the hard conversation with my host mom, then a series of activities that just made me cry.
So I did what Rotary told me before leaving and upon arriving here; When you get homesick don't seclude yourself or talk to much with people from home, just immerse yourself in your surroundings.
EASIER SAID THAN DONE!!!
I tried to spend more time out in the main part of the house, didn't do anything in a house where everyone is very much independent and likes to keep it that way... I went to a concert band concert, to a community event, tried to stay more and talk more with Belgian friends... I cried/ felt worse after everythings and every night!
It was more than just crying, I wasn't eating, I was lethargic, I was colder than usual... I never thought that homesickness could cause all of that!!
After about a week I wasn't crying as much, then as the days continued some of the other things left. I was still sad but it was under control.
I was still somewhat lethargic, and I having to tell myself that I needed to eat, weeks later, I just had no drive to do anything beyond the normal or what I was told.
My Dad in Canada was starting to get worried that I was becoming depressed. We talk and I could not deny it once I thought about it. He told me that I just need to be doing stuff, making bracelets or reading, but just to sitmulate my mind.
I guess it was because of my situation here, my homesickness was gone but my less than ideal surroundings were still there.
Right now I am brushing out more hair than normal, and I don't really have an appetite (other than chocolate;P) I'm stressed in a way that I can not fully control but things will get better.
I was asked by a Rotarian if I wanted to go home just as I was getting over being homesick. I thought about it for a moment then said no. I would feel as if I had failed because everything here is not perfect. School is great, village life stinks, and my family life is difficult, I don't want to leave even if it was the better decision unless every thing was good or else I would feel like I didn't give it my all and that I was giving up. My entire year can't be like this so why would I give up before the good stuff.
Saturday 15 December 2012
Ghent
Ghent is full of history!! You (really me) never so interested or connected to history until your standing in the middle of it; In my case in the middle of the biggest Midevil Market place in Belgium (at least) in a NEUTRAL city (one of the few, it was Ghent + area) in the 100 years war! ( at this time Belgium was basically France)
I was invited to join my second host family on a day trip with my host Dad's work (NATO!!) We took a bus early in the morning and drove to Ghent on the other side of Belgium...2 hours away... and Toured around Ghent with My host parents, host Grandpa and 3 host sisters.
We started of the day with a guided tour in a small group then spent the rest of the day walking around.
The Grand Market Place of Ghent
One of the many Canals in Ghent
To the left the building represents the five senses.
Ghent's castle
They tried to restore the castle. Unfortunately Ghent does not believe in throwing anything out so the last bit at the top level of the castle is noticeably different, that's because its made from the remainder of the city's cobble stones.
Flanders' Flag
The Ghent flag and Flanders' flag
The big Catherdrale in Ghent
Ghent's tower
Marcher de Noel
Besides seeing this amazing city my favourite memory of that day is of my little host sister Stef
She was eating over some cotton candy (Barbe de papa) and got it all her face, and coat. Her Dad then tries to clean her up, in doing so he got some sticky pink goo on his nice glove, "oh shit." 10 seconds later Stefanie notices that she has some more on her sleve, "oh shit!" (by the way she's ten!!)
I could not stop laughing!!!
All in all it was a fantastic day!
I was invited to join my second host family on a day trip with my host Dad's work (NATO!!) We took a bus early in the morning and drove to Ghent on the other side of Belgium...2 hours away... and Toured around Ghent with My host parents, host Grandpa and 3 host sisters.
We started of the day with a guided tour in a small group then spent the rest of the day walking around.
Besides seeing this amazing city my favourite memory of that day is of my little host sister Stef
She was eating over some cotton candy (Barbe de papa) and got it all her face, and coat. Her Dad then tries to clean her up, in doing so he got some sticky pink goo on his nice glove, "oh shit." 10 seconds later Stefanie notices that she has some more on her sleve, "oh shit!" (by the way she's ten!!)
I could not stop laughing!!!
All in all it was a fantastic day!
Sunday 9 December 2012
Sensitivity...
When I was a baby and crying in the night my Mom would walk up and down the hall trying to calm me down. Then my Dad would take me and three seconds later I would stop crying. He said it was because I could feel the frustration and stress of my mom growing and then my Dad being all calm. It always bugged my Mom when he would tell this story, and that's part of the reason of why he would tell me that story.
I could never get me head wrapped around the idea that a baby could feel the difference. Now I think I have more of an understanding of how people can be sensitive to their surrounding. My host family's life is a situation that I do not know how to deal with it. Every family has it's problems and any person who denies it has major problems.
What I have learned so far is that the simplest or subtlest things effects everyone in the situation and anyone outside of it. We don't live in our own little bubbles.
Silence can be just as deafening as Screams.
The one thing I keep telling myself is that I need to learn from this experience...
I could never get me head wrapped around the idea that a baby could feel the difference. Now I think I have more of an understanding of how people can be sensitive to their surrounding. My host family's life is a situation that I do not know how to deal with it. Every family has it's problems and any person who denies it has major problems.
What I have learned so far is that the simplest or subtlest things effects everyone in the situation and anyone outside of it. We don't live in our own little bubbles.
Silence can be just as deafening as Screams.
The one thing I keep telling myself is that I need to learn from this experience...
Concert
Yet another Rotary Fundraiser that was truly amusing.
The fundraiser was dinner and drinks before the concert of a New York Gospel singers in the BEAUTIFUL Cathedral in Liege , then a meet and great with the singers then again a drink. It was in collaboration with four other clubs of Liege. The students of each club were asked to help out in any way needed.
There was a total of 8 students, and when ever you have at least two exchange students involved in anything it's always a blast.
We helped out by handing out programs and uncovering platters, washing and drying glasses, setting up the signing table for the singers and putting away all the stacking chairs
It may not sound like a lot of fun and then considering that I was the only person who did not speak Portuguese or Spanish, it really doesn't sound fun. However there is something between exchange students that make you feel included and that you're not missing a thing! That may sound a bit like an oxymoron but believe me I'm no moron, it's just something you need to experience.
I have to say that this was one of the only, no THE ONLY Rotary event that I completely understood. Well as much as it could be understood but I do have to admit that at midnight my French transform from comprehensible to my nodding my head and laughing when I think someone might have said something funny...
That's the exchange student life...
The fundraiser was dinner and drinks before the concert of a New York Gospel singers in the BEAUTIFUL Cathedral in Liege , then a meet and great with the singers then again a drink. It was in collaboration with four other clubs of Liege. The students of each club were asked to help out in any way needed.
There was a total of 8 students, and when ever you have at least two exchange students involved in anything it's always a blast.
We helped out by handing out programs and uncovering platters, washing and drying glasses, setting up the signing table for the singers and putting away all the stacking chairs
It may not sound like a lot of fun and then considering that I was the only person who did not speak Portuguese or Spanish, it really doesn't sound fun. However there is something between exchange students that make you feel included and that you're not missing a thing! That may sound a bit like an oxymoron but believe me I'm no moron, it's just something you need to experience.
I have to say that this was one of the only, no THE ONLY Rotary event that I completely understood. Well as much as it could be understood but I do have to admit that at midnight my French transform from comprehensible to my nodding my head and laughing when I think someone might have said something funny...
That's the exchange student life...
Friday 7 December 2012
St. Nicolas
I have discovered on many occasions now that explanations can't prepare you for everything.
I was told to have change in my pocket for protection from people who potentially will be throwing flour, eggs, and other such cooking supplies.
OK???
So how this was explained to me was that the students who graduated the previous year were going to be wondering around the village were I go to school with empty beer mugs in hand and if I didn't want them to throw flour at me I would have to put a coin in their mug. This was explained to me a week prior to St. Nicolas.
Come Monday morning I had completely forgotten about it... until I was trying to get off the bus and THREE!!! people in whit lab coats were blocking the door from the side walk. I PANICKED! I jumped and ran around the corner hoping the through the flood of people that they did not get me. I was safe! (by some miracle) I then pulled out my wallet and took out all of my small coins and kept it in my hand( because I was soo scared...)
Then I thought about Yurina (a Rotary student from Japan), what if SHE DOESN'T KNOW or worse...SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND (it's worse because then the people who explained it believes that she knows to do, but really she just lived by the exchange basic language training: Smile and Wave) So I ran to her once she got off the bus and gave her a hand full of coins and said, "pay the people in the white coats, trust me."
After dodging attacks all day I am happy to report that I came home all clean. :D
I was told to have change in my pocket for protection from people who potentially will be throwing flour, eggs, and other such cooking supplies.
OK???
So how this was explained to me was that the students who graduated the previous year were going to be wondering around the village were I go to school with empty beer mugs in hand and if I didn't want them to throw flour at me I would have to put a coin in their mug. This was explained to me a week prior to St. Nicolas.
Come Monday morning I had completely forgotten about it... until I was trying to get off the bus and THREE!!! people in whit lab coats were blocking the door from the side walk. I PANICKED! I jumped and ran around the corner hoping the through the flood of people that they did not get me. I was safe! (by some miracle) I then pulled out my wallet and took out all of my small coins and kept it in my hand( because I was soo scared...)
Then I thought about Yurina (a Rotary student from Japan), what if SHE DOESN'T KNOW or worse...SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND (it's worse because then the people who explained it believes that she knows to do, but really she just lived by the exchange basic language training: Smile and Wave) So I ran to her once she got off the bus and gave her a hand full of coins and said, "pay the people in the white coats, trust me."
After dodging attacks all day I am happy to report that I came home all clean. :D
Thursday 6 December 2012
Thursday 29 November 2012
School life
I am going to outline my daily school routine, as uninteresting as it may be, I think that it's important to note.
.... Not very interesting, I know...
- I take the bus at 7:35
- Arrive in Visé at 8, then meet with a friend and wait for two more of my friends to arrive
- School starts at 8:20
- I go to line up with my class to wait for our teacher t come and collect us
- We stay as a class just like in primary school for all of our courses
- At the beginning of each class all the students has to stand and wait for the teacher to give them permission to sit down, as a sign of respect
- We have a twenty minute break at 10:00 and lunch at 12:00
- We have the same schedule every week for the year.
- Everyday I finish at different times.
- I take the bus home everyday at varying times
.... Not very interesting, I know...
School Schedule
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Monday
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Tuesday
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Wednesday
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Thursday
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Friday
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Formation Social
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Gym
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Computer
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Psychology
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Psychology
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8:20- 9:10
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English
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Gym
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Computer
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Math
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E.C.R
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9:10-10:00
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Break
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10:00 – 10:20
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French
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Religion
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Formation Social
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French
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French
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10:20 – 11:10
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Social Studies
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Health/ Biology
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Math
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Science and Technology
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A.I.P
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11:10 – 12:00
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Lunch
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12:00 – 12:50
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Technique Educatif
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Health/ Biology
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Religion
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English
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12:50 – 1:40
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Technique Educatif
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Psychology
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Science and Technology
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French
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1:40 – 2:30
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E.C.R
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Social Studies
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2:30 – 3:20
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School = #1
My home life is difficult, my village seems impossible, but school is amazing!!!
I had a rough start at school but now I could not be happier. I am friends with all the girls in my class and I have a group of close friends. I understand a handful of my classes...but not enough to pass 95% of my classes ;P My friends help me with class material and stick up for me when people give me trouble for being... not up to par for class work... for lack of a better way to put it. I just want to scream so the whole Vallée Du Geer can hear, "I HAVE FRIENDS!!!"
I had a rough start at school but now I could not be happier. I am friends with all the girls in my class and I have a group of close friends. I understand a handful of my classes...but not enough to pass 95% of my classes ;P My friends help me with class material and stick up for me when people give me trouble for being... not up to par for class work... for lack of a better way to put it. I just want to scream so the whole Vallée Du Geer can hear, "I HAVE FRIENDS!!!"
Sunday 25 November 2012
Rotary Play Fundraiser
Rotary is constantly doing fundraisers. I don't no what we were fundraising for but it was pretty amusing.
On a lovely, overcast, cold Sunday afternoon, Rotary was hosting the opening performance of a community theater play with a oyster and champagne reception afterwards.
The play was amusing in a very complicated soap-opera kind of way. It was a story of four couple in one family; the great grandparents, grandparents, parents, and grand kids. Oh boy, let's just say it goes from one couple seriously thinking about divorce, then by intermission 3/4 are in danger of getting a divorce. In the second act all the couples are "getting a divorce" but by the end no one was...
I had THE BIGGEST HEADACHE by the end of the show!!
"I'm mad at you, she's mad at him, he hates her" ... blah blah blah ...
In hindsight i think that that should have been a moment to say that I don't understand and give up... Why was I so stupid?!?!?! There are no words to describe how I felt sitting in my seat staining to understand...
On a lovely, overcast, cold Sunday afternoon, Rotary was hosting the opening performance of a community theater play with a oyster and champagne reception afterwards.
The play was amusing in a very complicated soap-opera kind of way. It was a story of four couple in one family; the great grandparents, grandparents, parents, and grand kids. Oh boy, let's just say it goes from one couple seriously thinking about divorce, then by intermission 3/4 are in danger of getting a divorce. In the second act all the couples are "getting a divorce" but by the end no one was...
I had THE BIGGEST HEADACHE by the end of the show!!
"I'm mad at you, she's mad at him, he hates her" ... blah blah blah ...
In hindsight i think that that should have been a moment to say that I don't understand and give up... Why was I so stupid?!?!?! There are no words to describe how I felt sitting in my seat staining to understand...
Tuesday 13 November 2012
Day 1: Bird's Eye View
As soon as Ronna and I stepped out of the train station we could see the London Eye. I could barley MOVE! I only dreamed of visiting London, and now I found myself standing at the bottom of the LONDON EYE about to get my first real look at London. The view was amazing!!
Next stop was Big Ben and the Parliament Buildings...
Then I saw Westminster Abby...
When we were there soldiers were preparing for Remembrance Day. They were laying out crosses with the names of all the fallen soldiers on them. it was so beautiful.
We then went to Buckingham Palace and saw the changing of the guard!
After, we returned to Sunningdale and went to school to pick up the kids from school.
It was such an amazing day, I could exact the realization that I was actually in LONDON ENGLAND!! I kept having to pinch myself to see if i was dreaming or not...
I just want to public say that I am so grateful for this opportunity. A huge thanks to my loving parents, I love and miss you, and a huge thanks to my cousin Ronna and her family for allowing me to stay with them and for opening your heart and your family to me.
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