The Late re-release!
Well, after seeing that one of my closest friends in Paris (Nick Rigoni (I love to name drop his name, he knows people)) has released his first blog post, I have decided o release the unpublished works of Andrew Duncan. With that being said: here is a second welcome to my Blizzog (hip lingo). I really need to talk as if i was on the phone with my grandmother. PROPER. I have a real problem staying on task.
Well today was quite interesting. Not really, its a normal Friday in Paris for me. Let me explain, I wake up around ten. Then, I listen to the various goings ons in the house(the host mom chronicles). Today, she was complaining to her daughter how her pot had been abimed ( french for scratched or ruined in some sort of way). I lay in bed from ten till 1145. What i d in this time is quite uninteresting but i shall name it anyhow: I check facebook for all that has happened in the states while i was asleep. Also very new to my life in Paris is cents sports ( gambling on sports) so I check sports scores as well. At 1145 I get up to eat before mike and mike in the morning comes n the radio. At this moment in my day my host mom then comments on how I'm finally up and how easy my life is ( currently she is trying to get me to clean my room, and vaccuum) she doesn't understand. I return to my room and listen to Mike and Mike until Nick called me then i showered and met him at the Sacre Coeur which is near my house. He got there way faster then I expected so I was kinda late. We toured the area it was nice we conversate with a shop worker she loved speaking French with us. She probably wanted my number but I don't give it out for free.
We walked down to the Pigalle area, but before we got there we stop for a drink. Carrie (Nick's Friend) needed a coffee because she just got in this morning and was feeling the lag. I got a coke because well why not? I did, however, make a costly cultural mistake (well not cultural, but more grammaire). In France, when speaking to someone you do not know well you you the "vous" form, simply put i used the "tu" form an insulted the cafe owner. whoops!
It was then time for me to go to work, if you want to call it that. If you don't know now you know I tutor English for three smart French kids ( or so they think they are). I shall go into detail about them later. After two hours of hell with them. I go home and continue my weekend. That was drawn out sorry but its how my days are long and interesting.
Again
Welcome to the blog
I shall write later maybe do a lil' host mom chronicles
Good night to all
Well today was quite interesting. Not really, its a normal Friday in Paris for me. Let me explain, I wake up around ten. Then, I listen to the various goings ons in the house(the host mom chronicles). Today, she was complaining to her daughter how her pot had been abimed ( french for scratched or ruined in some sort of way). I lay in bed from ten till 1145. What i d in this time is quite uninteresting but i shall name it anyhow: I check facebook for all that has happened in the states while i was asleep. Also very new to my life in Paris is cents sports ( gambling on sports) so I check sports scores as well. At 1145 I get up to eat before mike and mike in the morning comes n the radio. At this moment in my day my host mom then comments on how I'm finally up and how easy my life is ( currently she is trying to get me to clean my room, and vaccuum) she doesn't understand. I return to my room and listen to Mike and Mike until Nick called me then i showered and met him at the Sacre Coeur which is near my house. He got there way faster then I expected so I was kinda late. We toured the area it was nice we conversate with a shop worker she loved speaking French with us. She probably wanted my number but I don't give it out for free.
We walked down to the Pigalle area, but before we got there we stop for a drink. Carrie (Nick's Friend) needed a coffee because she just got in this morning and was feeling the lag. I got a coke because well why not? I did, however, make a costly cultural mistake (well not cultural, but more grammaire). In France, when speaking to someone you do not know well you you the "vous" form, simply put i used the "tu" form an insulted the cafe owner. whoops!
It was then time for me to go to work, if you want to call it that. If you don't know now you know I tutor English for three smart French kids ( or so they think they are). I shall go into detail about them later. After two hours of hell with them. I go home and continue my weekend. That was drawn out sorry but its how my days are long and interesting.
Again
Welcome to the blog
I shall write later maybe do a lil' host mom chronicles
Good night to all
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