Math Class
Mood:  cheeky
My productive 2 hour math class:

^Adriana's contribution

The truth is, my blog is doing unruley things
Mood:  irritated
This poop bucket has a mind of its own! And I think Lori's does too because she posted the exact same entry twice... now why would an intelligent, logical person, do something like that?

http://lilredd-headedgurrl.tripod.com

The answer is, it wasn't her fault. It is Tripod.com!! Its rebelling!

my latest entries turn out with the wrong date attached and after every post I have to go back and correct it.

But I've got nothing against Tripod. (I love you, tripod <3) :) I'm just writing a disclaimer to everyone who reads this (just Lori, apparently) :p that ... well... for the time being, if the date looks screwy, its because it probably is.

moving on...

Absolutely nothing has changed since I wrote yesterday!! Incredible, huh!?

"I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes, several days attack me at once" -Jenniver Yane

I'm home from school today because I feel rather on the down side (and it gives me time to read 'Da Vinci Code' that I'm borrowing from Adriana) I'M ALMOST ON CHAPTER 4!!! (The chapters being about 2 pages long on average :p) Has anyone in the states read that book yet? It is alllll the rage here in Europe. Every family I've been to, has a copy of that book. And I'm reading the illustraed version (in French) which makes it a lot easier to understand. I debating whether or not buying a copy of it for myself before I go home, but its 30 Euros for the illustrated version. :/

Yup, that pretty much sums it up.

Bold... and ... Pumpkin...
Mood:  chillin'
This will probably be a short entry because I'm on the computer in the "mediatheque" or ... library if you will, and I only have an hour or so to write. This doesn't pose a problem for me because I don'thave very much to say. :)

I was re reading my last entry (it seems to me that I am the only one who reads these things any more) and I realized that I never gave an explanation for the title of my last entry. "Seven months in Belgium and you are becoming American." It was because (as if it really needs an explanation... If I'm the only person who reads this...then I already know the meaning behind it...) Adriana used to be very... correct. Very mature. This is right and that is wrong. If someone was angry with her than it was because they had a very good reason to be and she should probably be the one saying sorry... always the rational thinker.

well... then she met me.

:p (!!!) Now she is crazy irrational thinker who does what she wants. Pats the dogs and then eats dinner without washign her hands... a real rebel, I know. :p (!!) One day she had a pink shirt on and she thought to herself, "I should change piercings with tracy, that way it will match my shirt. ... omg ...eww... why did I just think that. That was a dirty american thought!" She thinks of me as a dirty american but now... sorry, she is the same as me!! :D

salle americaine!!


Last night I called Jodi for the first time in forever. we talked for about an hour which is going to kill my host families phone bill (desole) That was a deserved phone call... very reassuring. Dustin is planning on meeting me at the airport the 2nd when I come home and I do plan on partying with them on the 4th(I MISS MY GARDNER FAMILY!!)


I got an email from my sister this morning. It was titled: 'bold pumpkin.'

bold pumpkin?

The first sentence started out: "if i were going to make a new language those would both be swear
words. wow...tahts bold like that sthe shit. bolden right. pumpkin you! yah i got it all worked out."

hahahahahahah YES!


I wish Lourenco would get online. I havn't talked to him in so long... And it was always so nice to talk to him, he always made me feel better when I was sad. ooOOOOooo and i added two new photos of him to my April Album!! ;)


My hour is up.

-ciao

After 7 months in Belgium, you are becoming American
Mood:  a-ok
As requested in Adriana's reply to my last entry, I have to tell the story about the crazy gym teacher. She took us running all over Jupille, through the woods and such, and running and just not ever stopping. Adriana was dead tired and so Julie (a belge) and i stopped and walked with her. The prof. just took off with the rest of the class and when the 3of us came to a crossroads we just chose the closest to us, hoping it would be the right one. (Thanks to Julie, because if it were me, and my truely wonderful instincts, I would have taken a different route, and Adriana... even another.) And come to find out, skipping class wasn't so bad (mechante) because Adriana tells me that the teachers don't even look for me to see if im in class any more. It is april, and my year here finishes in a month or so, so it doesn't make much sense for them to try and hold onto me any more.

Ok now for what I have been up to the rest of this week. Last time I wrote was... Tuesday. I was a good girl and stayed in school the whole half day on wednesday then went into town to meet Vanessa Dannemark. She is a girl who studies in Verviers and in her English class, the teacher assigned them an email address of a person whose native language is English and they have to meet this person at least once and write a report about it. That was fun fun fun! We talked for a couple of hours over waffles. Her english is really good but because their teacher I guess is a quack, it has really turned her off to learning english. dommage. After my rendez-vous with Vanessa I headed to the carre but short story there, no hot guys (Or i should say no hot straight guys, so i headed out) leaving my long gray fuzzy scarf behind. That was terrible. I had to call I don't even know how many people before finding someone to retrieve it for me (merci beaucoup, Finnagin!) :)

Thursday I skipped the whole part of school after lunch because I have 3 hours of study hall and then English. Adriana and I walked to my house where we downloaded my photos and chilled. she had to go back home around 16h30 so her family would think she was in school (shh) lol. Thursday was a good day. The weather was nice. I think I got a lot accomplished. My host grandmother came from Tuesday evening until Friday night because my host dad left for DC and because my host mom works, someone needed to be there for when the children got home and such. So thursday afternoon she was there and she met Adriana.

In the mornings my host parents take all the kids to school. Usually it is my host dad but because he was in DC, my host mom took us. She doesn't work on Friday so we didn't have to leave a half hour early, as we do when Bernard takes us. So 5 minutes before school was about to begin we were all in the car on the way to school and my host mom randomly asks if we want to see the bunnies before school?

yeah!

My little host sister said "yeah, after school, right?"
host mom- oh! school is about to begin! ohwell thats not important.

So we take a side road that gets really bad in places, and is all muddy (things beginning to look like maine scenery) and driving really slowly we passed by all these wild rabbits that were in the fields and on the side of the road!! it was toooo cute!


Normally I would have gone to the American party in Charleroi that was on Friday night but it wasn't very well planned out on my part and friday afternoon I ditched the idea and went to Serena's house afterschool. (a belge) (MY ANGEL!! ;) ) My host dad got home from DC on Friday night and brought everyone presents. I got a cup that says "somone who loves me went to Washington DC and bought me this cup" awwwwww my host family loves me!!!! :D

Speaking of Washington DC. Tomorrow morning my mom (the one in maine) and Laurie fauquenoit are going to Washington DC to see my uncles who live in an appartement overlooking the whitehouse. sweeeet. I've never even been to DC!! Ths is really the best time to go also because the cherry blossoms are out. soo prtty (ive been told.)

Adriana came over Friday night and we worked on scrapbooking some photos. Mad fun, I know. Doesn't really compare to American party in Charleroi but ho well, that would have stressed my new host family and I don't want problems after only being here one week.

Its almost 11 and I'm not planning on skipping school tomorrow, so I better hit the sacks.
-ciao

Yesterday I was becoming a mother... today I'm becoming a father!
Mood:  surprised
Tuesdays are more or less not soo difficult. (directly after lunch I have 2 hours of Gym, then an English class) Since I just changed families I didn't have time to unpack my gym clothes so I just figured I'd sit out this day. The teacher said, "well we're just running today, can't you do that in jeans?" ... uh... sure. Usually the gym class is ultra easy, hardly anyone does anything and it is nothing compared to the competative level back in America. So when she says "running" she means jogging slowly around the block, non?

...non.

I thought I was going to die... not to mention I was all sweaty in good school clothes! errr. There were two other girls who didn't have their things with them but guess what, they got to stay behind and do nothing. Not in my case (Adriana's either)... we are exchange students, le prof, elle a envie de nous tue!! pffff.

Before I continue, I have to explain my school. It has one part that is really ancient brick and then attached to it a really modern looking building made of all glass and concrete... beautiful, I know... Surrounding it is a 12 foot brick wall and at the entrence is a metal gate that opens electronically by the people inside. Therefore making it almost impossible to excape. (climbing over the gate isn't a wise decision because there are metal spikes at the top to keep the students from excaping.) And having a student on the loose in Jupille is just terrible... I wonder what they would do... there is nothing to do. Jupille is just a suburb of Liege, but not iiiinnn Liege.

I realllly wanted to excape and not have to go to English class and science because... well... eww. I was all sweaty! There is an entrance to the school by the back that leads into the gymnasium but usually it has an alarm set. When our class returned from running all over the d@maned country side, the teacher opened the back door and set off the alarm.

(I'm American so when I hear something like that, I think that one of two things is about to happen to me. I'm about to get bombed or the police are going to come and shoot me.)

Once that was deactivated, I had my chance at freedom. I grabbed my bag and made an almost clean get away. It would have been perfect, but as I was walking home I ran into Olga, the Russian girl who is in my Science class. She asked a whole bunch of questions about why I was skipping Science but I don't think she mentioned it to the teacher afterwards.

I got home before anyone else (both my host parents were still working and my host siblings were in school) My house has two different codes that you need to use to get safely into the house. The first is the Gate code and the second is the house alarm. When my family explained it all to me I thought the house alarm was only set on the main entrance door so I entered by a side door, thinking I could side step that minor hassle. 5 minutes into my relaxation time an ultra loud siren started going off. So for the second time that day I was on the verge of running for cover. It took me another 5 minutes to find my paper with the code to disarm the thing. The rest of the day I was worried that the police would show up and arrest me. Thankfully it only sent a message to my host dads cell phone and not to the police. *phew*

When my host family got home, I spent the rest of the afternoon playing house with my little host sister. I was the father, she was the mother, and we had 3 kids (all of which, I decided, could speak in English.) So yesterday I thought I was becoming a mother and today I am becoming a father! pff. lol!