Hi,
Yes, so I'm incredibly disorganized this week (and last one, too, come to think of it). You'd think with a four-day weekend I'd remember to do the blog either Sunday or Monday, since I have both of them completely free...evidently not. There's too much temptation to do nothing when you have nothing to do, is the problem. That's why NaNoWriMo is in November and not in the summer, and why I never get my blog done until Monday night. Usually.
Enough of the introduction, and more of making up for last time:
Monday:
Not a lot-- I started two hours late because French was cancelled due to the oral exams, and got out three hours early since Theater was cancelled for the same reason (the Theater teacher also teaches French). Actually, I got out exactly at three, and it was funny that the day felt so short, getting out at what would be considered the normal time in the US... A nice treat, certainly. It'll make adjusting to the schedule back home easier, or at least, I hope so.
Tuesday:
The morning wasn't especially memorable-- I think it was this day though that I got back the results of the History test that I thought I'd completely failed. 15. I was completely shocked. Happy, to be sure, but shocked. 15 is about an A on the US system-- anything above is in the above and beyond excellence category. So I was quite pleased with myself.
During my lunch hours, I went to the International Day of one of the technical schools in town with other the other AFS students studying in Tours. We all brought dishes from our home countries (I brought Rice Krispie Treats again, which were a big hit), and we had to go around and speak to the students in our native language in order to simulate the experience for them of adjusting to speaking a language other than your own. It was easiest for me since most of them spoke at least a bit of English-- it was the hardest for the students from Japan and Brazil. The thing was that most of the students didn't understand the exercise-- they just thought I didn't speak French, and tried to use one of their teachers as a translator, even after I demonstrated quite pointedly that I did understand everything that they were saying. There were several other amusing misunderstandings and anecdotes-- everyone thought I was from Mexico at first, and they complimented me on my English and asked why I didn't join the Spanish-speaking table. After that was cleared up, they asked a lot of the questions I commonly get-- what's the name of your city again? More slowly? No, I haven't heard of it; it's not your accent... So do they really have yellow school buses over there? Did you vote for Obama or McCain? Can you really drive at sixteen there? Can I see your license? (They thought my license was really cool). Do you really have the right to bear arms? Do you have a gun? You don't? Why not? (the last three are new; actually-- I'd been asked about the right to bear arms before, but not if I owned a gun). What else...There was one guy there that wanted to move to New York for the night clubs (I wished him luck on all his future endeavors)... and everyone was shocked when they noticed on my driver's license that I'm only sixteen. They all said I looked more like eighteen or nineteen. But that still doesn't explain why I've been served alcohol with no ID check (and without asking me if I wanted it, for that matter) in New Mexico.
In any case, it was a fun afternoon. And one of the students (not the AFS ones, from the technical school) brought some of the best tiramisu I've ever tasted. Definitely worth going; I had a great time.
Then there was Theater in the afternoon, I came home at five, as usual, and...that was my day, more or less.
Wednesday:
I got back my results for the Bac Blancs for science: 12 in Biology, 15,5 in Physics. I was very happy with the Physics result; Biology could have gone better, but for a first try and with absolutely no grace points for vocabulary it's not half bad (it's about a B on the American system). French was cancelled again because of the oral exams, so I went to Auchan (the supermarket just around the corner) with Armand and a few other friends (because, along with Uno, it's just what you do when you have a free period), and I received the best compliment I could possibly receive: they asked me if I was coming back to spend Terminale (senior year) with them, and were disappointed when I said no. I was really touched, and realised just how much I'm going to miss them all when I go home. I really stumbled upon the best class I possibly could have; in three months I've gone from a complete stranger to completely part of the group. Amazing how fast this is all passing; I'm already halfway through...
And that evening, I finally made it over to dinner at Amalia's house. She invited me over way back in February, but neither of us had the time until just last week. It was really nice-- we had raclette (everyone wants to be the first to introduce me to raclette, it seems, but all of them missed the mark by about four years-- I had it in Switzerland when I was twelve), and for dessert there was a lovely, rich little cake called 'nid de Paques' (Easter nest), so named for the pattern of frosting on the top. Amalia's family was really nice; they invited to take me out to one of the famous chateaux in the area on Easter, which I gladly accepted. For having been here for three months, I haven't had any time to go to any of the local chateaux, so I was happy for the offer. After dinner, I showed them all some pictures of New Mexico icons-- the Balloon Fiesta, the Sandias, the petroglyphs, roadrunners, coyotes, tumbleweeds-- and then I introduced Amalia to some of my favorite music. She liked Tori Amos's soft piano stuff, loved Iron and Wine, and was underwhelmed by the Decemberists. Two out of three-- not bad. And then I went home and went to bed, after some last-minute review for the oral exam the next day.
Thursday:
After a disastrous morning of volleyball, I showed up ten minutes early for the exam since I nearly ran there out of sheer nerves (of being late and of the exam itself). My theme was to explain the vision of Paris Paul Eluard presents in his poem 'Courage.' Luckily, I didn't blank from stress (unlike the poor kid who was taking his exam ahead of me), and I managed to get a good plan written out with time to go back and detail it before my time was up. I stuttered a little on the presentation of my analysis and repeated myself probably more than I should have, but overall it went okay. I forgot the verb for 'to overcome' and ended up saying something really stupid like, 'chase out of the city,' but he got my meaning. The interview, though, could have gone better in my opinion: I was so focused on Eluard that I completely blanked on the names of his contemporaries, as well as other surrealist poets of the era. Since I couldn't come up with any names, the examiner asked for American poets that are politically engaged. When he hadn't heard of any of the ones I managed to come up with, he asked for singers in the '60's instead. Not only did I manage to name singers that were everything -but- American, I mixed up Joni Mitchell and Joan Baez, and had to be prompted on Bob Dylan's name ("What I was really looking for was a folk singer with a guitar and a harmonic- " "DYLAN!"). My uncle, if he hasn't already, will probably disown me. But I got 7/10 for the first half and 7/10 for the second for a total of 14-- about the equivalent of an A-. Not half bad, for presenting in my second language.
And the rest of the day...must not have been terribly memorable. Last English class of the week, and last class of the week, where I sketched out an idea for a book of prose poems that's been sitting on the back burner in my mind for a while while the rest of the class did grammar and comprehension exercises (I helped with vocabulary, when people asked). And that was it for school.
The evening was quiet; we had a fabulous dessert called 'pain perdu,' a ridiculously sugary concoction made from stale bread. You mix up eggs, milk, flour and sugar in a bowl, dip pieces of stale bread in, and then toast them in a buttered frying pan and serve with powdered sugar, Nutella, or jam on top. It actually tasted quite a lot like French toast in the end; probably it's where the recipe comes from. The preparation was just a lot simpler. I've been writing down all the little recipes like this in a little notebook; by the end, I expect it'll be full...
Friday:
I had the day off since all my classes but one were cancelled because of the oral exams: Spanish, French, Theater, no ECJS because it's the off week, so there was only one hour of English, which wasn't really worth it for me to go. So I passed the day pleasantly and quietly: I slept in, watched the pirate drama unfold on TV, went into town and bought chocolate for my host family for Easter, a few books in English for myself, and helped Catherine out in the garden by pulling weeds. It's really beautiful now that it's spring and that it's rained these past couple of days-- I'll take some more recent pictures to post. Oh, and Camille came back and we had wonderful conversations like we usually do. Her internship is going pretty well so far; it seems she's still getting hang of the system of organization over there, but that it's starting promisingly and she enjoys it well enough. So I'm happy about that, even if it means she's only here on the weekends.
Saturday:
Not a whole lot. In the morning we had a Friends marathon in our pajamas; all of their voices are rather strange in French for me, but Joey's bothered me more than anyone else. I can't even explain why exactly, but I couldn't (and still can't) get over how weird it was. Later I made chocolate cake from Camille's recipe, which turned out very nicely; I now have two good ones to bring back to the US. I ended sixteen years of deprivation and watched 'The Nightmare Before Christmas,' which I adored. I like most things by Tim Burton, though, so I'm not surprised I liked this. The reason I ended up watching it was because Lea's English teacher quit unexpectedly, so she won't have any English classes until after Easter break (it wasn't worth it to find another one for the last week before the break). Camille didn't want her to lose her English in that time, so she asked me to watch the movie with Lea and her friend Chloe (who happened to be over that night, was in the same predicament, and anyway needed to be amused) in English with French subtitles. The two of them had already seen it in French and were annoyed that the meter to the songs is different in French, so they couldn't sing along. And they thought it was strange how the voices were different. Funny how these reversals happen, isn't it?
Sunday:
The morning was somewhat stressful-- everyone was in a hurry to clean everything and no one was satisfied with the way anyone else was doing it. After doing what I could, I quietly excused myself and walked down to the butcher's to get some eggs to make cake that afternoon (yes, again. Different recipe. And it turned out deliciously). Florian and Cristelle arrived around one, and we had an egg hunt with Thais. I ate my lunch as quickly as I could while everyone else lingered over the appetizers in order to finish in time to head out to Chenonceau with Amalia and her family. I felt embarrassed about leaving in the middle of the meal; when I asked Catherine on Wednesday night, we had nothing planned for Easter, so I didn't foresee that I'd be interrupting anything. It wasn't until Saturday that Florian and Cristelle confirmed they were coming. But in any case, I guess there's worse I could have done.
The chateau was beautiful-- from the front, it doesn't look like anything truly spectacular, but once you see it from the side you notice that it's actually a bridge that completely spans the Cher. During WWI it was used as a hospital for wounded soldiers. It was interesting to see the mix of history. And I fell in love with the kitchens (especially the gigantic rack of cake molds) and decided that we need to redo the one at my house in New Mexico exactly like them. Or I'll keep the idea for when I'm famous and retire to Taos. One or the other. But if we do it now, I can become a master baker and open up a French bakery in Albuquerque that will absolutely steal all the business of the one in Santa Fe...
Ahem. In any case.
After the chateau visit, we went out to Amboise, where my camera died, unfortunately, and I saw the house where Leonardo da Vinci died. We didn't go in or visit the chateau (no time), but it was lovely even from the outside. We also saw some of the famous 'maisons troglodytes'-- houses carved out of natural caves in the rock, which were really interesting. They made me think of the earthships a bit, the way they blend so well into the landscape. I'll have find my way back there, with my camera. Someday, I'm sure, I will.
We got Nutella crepes as well, since it was a special occasion (not that I wait for special occasions to have Nutella crepes, but...), and at the stand I saw a 5-kilo jar of Nutella. I'm serious. I almost regretted not having my camera for that more than for not having it for da Vinci's house. And after that, we went home. I fell asleep in the car on the way back, which I only mention for being extraordinary because I -never- sleep during the day. At home I took some pictures of myself with the gigantic dark chocolate egg that Catherine, Camille and Lea gave me for Easter, and...that was it.
Monday:
Another quiet day. In the morning we went grocery shopping because the supermarket offers 10 euros credit for 60 euros' worth of purchase on Easter Monday. Camille and I ended up getting separated from Catherine and Lea, and we searched for each other for about half an hour before we finally found each other and, in rather more irritable spirits, went home. During the afternoon I procrastinated on a History assignment and made chocolate chip cookies with Camille. We found a really good recipe on a French website that I'll have to bring back for my dad. On my suggestion, we added walnuts, which made them even better. We burnt the first batch, but the second two turned out fine, so we had plenty for the snack, dinner, and for Camille to take to her internship the next day.
To show I was really desperate to procrastinate further, I asked to be taken around to sell some more tickets, and managed to sell another five. So now I only need to buy back between 5 and 25 (depending on whether the teacher lets the second packet of tickets drop or if he wants me to pay that one, too), but still with a max of only 50 euro extra. London for 99 euros-- still a bargain in my book.
Finally, after stressing myself nearly to the point of madness, I managed to finish my assignment at around ten that evening, which was why I was in no mood to write the blog yesterday. I went to bed around one in the morning and fell asleep around two after another fascinating conversation with Camille-- it started by being about my cousins, and ended about being about racism against Hispanic and Middle-Eastern people, with some things about the politics of religion, homosexuality, and birth control in the middle. It was fun. I feel bad for keeping Camille up so late, though-- I know I wouldn't have fallen asleep until around then anyway (I haven't fallen asleep earlier than midnight for at least the past week), but Camille had work today, so I hope that things weren't too difficult today. In the future, I'll watch the clock more carefully...
Tuesday:
Like most Tuesdays, this one was very long and tiresome, since it's seven hours of classes with lunch being the only break. But I'll detail it nonetheless, since I have time and I've received complaints from at least one of my readers that I never seem to be doing anything on Tuesdays. The morning went okay-- it did turn out that the History assignment that I stressed so much over was collected, so at least it was somewhat worth the effort (we'll see how many points it's worth). We focused more on the fine points of totalitarianism and the distinguishing features of various regimes (fascism vs Nazism vs Stalinism, things like that). In French, we finished up Le Rouge et le Noir, which I'm very relieved about, and received our next reading assignment, which I listened very carefully to and made sure I wrote in giant letters in my planner to read during the break. 'W, or le souvenir d'enfance' (W, or the memory of childhood). Georges Perec. I haven't heard of it, but it looks interesting. It's half an autobiography, half a novel. Literally. It's two books in one. It'll change things up, at least. Oh, and everyone else got back their grades for the oral exam-- I had about the third-highest grade in the class, at least from what I could tell from the people I talked to. I'm pretty pleased with myself, overall.
And then there was lunch, which wasn't brilliant, and in the extra few minutes before Drama I reviewed my lines and hung out with everyone else. Drama itself went okay-- I'm excited to have an actual character in one of the scenes that we're doing. We're doing scenes from four different plays by Philippe Minyana: Voila, Inventaires, Chambres, and...the last one I forget. I'm in the first two and the one that I forgot, but in the one I forgot I don't speak (I just arrange things in the background and push a squeaky wheeled cart during the awkward pauses), in Inventaires I'm a TV host, so technically that's a character and a speaking part, but I'll give you literally all my lines right here: Bonsoir, je m'appelle Eve, nous recevons ce soir Jacqueline, Angele et Barbara. Merci, mesdames, merci, merci beaucoup. In Voila, I have more lines (still the fewest of the characters in the scene, but more than 'merci'), and my character's name is Nelly. The play is basically a collection of banal conversations, that twist unexpectedly (sometimes they go off on unexpectedly philosophical tangents, or, on the other hand, I get to announce quite loudly that I slept with another one of the characters in the scene, after proclaiming my love for another one). It's fun; I'm enjoying myself a lot. And learning a lot of new vocabulary (coughing fit, for example).
And...yes. I finished at four, took the bus into town, picked up my book to read during spring break, wrote my blog. That was my Tuesday. I guess I do more with them than I thought.
'Til next week; I'm not exactly sure when I'll update next. In Paris, most likely, the day after I get in. I'm looking forward very much to a two-week break (but then again, who doesn't?), but before I can get around to that there's still a fairly sizable assignment for Drama I need to finish, so I'll get to that right now. I've learned my lesson about procrastination this time. Really.
Oh, and Catherine just walked in the door and evidently she managed to sell some of the tickets for me this morning, which is really sweet-- I didn't even ask her to. So now I only have to buy back between 2 and 22. Cool.
Ok, so the real end, now. Ciao!