Lucie, my personal devil
I have recently been told that I have become matured since I've been gone. That really hurts me. What that saying does to me is make me feel like there is nothing left in my youth tank. I can no longer have fun. Please stop calling me mature this is my plea.
Originanlly, I was going to blog about being a tutor but... at this moment I am dry on tutor moments. But I am rich and full of French moments. Last weekend was quite eventful. We had Lucie, a five year old, stay with us. Which was quite entertaining because she was five and was entertained by me. It was also cool because Lucie speaks slow foreigner French meaning I could understand her very clearly. My host mom first described me as a bear to her. Which isn't far from true except for the fact that I'm like a ghost. In fact, I am nicknamed the phantom around here. I'm extremely quiet and swift..Anways Lucie came to my door early Saturday morning (1030) to hear if she could hear me sleep because I was described as a bear. Unfortunately, I was already awake well because five year olds are loud. I then thought I'd emerge from my cave and surprise her because it'd be fun to entertain her. I failed in do so at first. My being a giant scared her at first deterred the fun. After the five year old called me a "gross bebe" because I haven't dressed and it was passed noon and only babies stay in Pajamas all day she was less scared of me. They do not know american culture very well. Cause in my college town students go to class and do everything without getting dressed. (In fact, I was ridiculed for going to the pharmacy which is literally one building over for not being dressed (French Culture Lesson 1: You leave the house; you get dressed (I'm actually a fan of this))) This continued all weekend she made me watch her play and wanted me to watch TV and go to the movies with her(why am I so Popular?). She would randomly know on my door and ask what I was doing. She was my personal devil torturing me all day making fun and ridiculing me! Just kidding she was just enamored with me but aren't you all?
Go steelers!
Ps Lets spice it up with a random Tuesday night dinner pics.
Un roti du Porc des pommes au four une crepe une salade riz and water (Pork roast, rice, baked apples, peas, a crepe, a salad, and some water).Dude I eat like a king. Don't worry guys I've lost like 25 pounds here cause I eat once a day.
Originanlly, I was going to blog about being a tutor but... at this moment I am dry on tutor moments. But I am rich and full of French moments. Last weekend was quite eventful. We had Lucie, a five year old, stay with us. Which was quite entertaining because she was five and was entertained by me. It was also cool because Lucie speaks slow foreigner French meaning I could understand her very clearly. My host mom first described me as a bear to her. Which isn't far from true except for the fact that I'm like a ghost. In fact, I am nicknamed the phantom around here. I'm extremely quiet and swift..Anways Lucie came to my door early Saturday morning (1030) to hear if she could hear me sleep because I was described as a bear. Unfortunately, I was already awake well because five year olds are loud. I then thought I'd emerge from my cave and surprise her because it'd be fun to entertain her. I failed in do so at first. My being a giant scared her at first deterred the fun. After the five year old called me a "gross bebe" because I haven't dressed and it was passed noon and only babies stay in Pajamas all day she was less scared of me. They do not know american culture very well. Cause in my college town students go to class and do everything without getting dressed. (In fact, I was ridiculed for going to the pharmacy which is literally one building over for not being dressed (French Culture Lesson 1: You leave the house; you get dressed (I'm actually a fan of this))) This continued all weekend she made me watch her play and wanted me to watch TV and go to the movies with her(why am I so Popular?). She would randomly know on my door and ask what I was doing. She was my personal devil torturing me all day making fun and ridiculing me! Just kidding she was just enamored with me but aren't you all?
Go steelers!
Ps Lets spice it up with a random Tuesday night dinner pics.
Un roti du Porc des pommes au four une crepe une salade riz and water (Pork roast, rice, baked apples, peas, a crepe, a salad, and some water).Dude I eat like a king. Don't worry guys I've lost like 25 pounds here cause I eat once a day.
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