November 13th

Lucky thirteen, well it's lucky for me. Actually is, dunno why. Oh you see that audience, I used dunno instead of don't know oh my gosh! That officially makes this blog unofficial. Nanner nanner Danny Tanner. Yeah I have no idea why Full House was just mentioned, moving on. Right after this, "How Rude!" Ok seriously done with the cultural references. Ahem, so Tuesday was normal then awesome. Class for three hours, though I do wish I could change that. My attention span in the States is about twenty-four minutes before I start to slip in my own universe of thought. In France, aka in French, it is about twelve minutes. This makes taking notes, more so reading the unreadable chalkboard, very difficult. But, I have found a solution to it all. No not liquid poison or energy drinks. Although I do use that when I need to wake up for something. Anyhow for class I simply just slap myself in the face. Not viciously, that would cause a scene, but lightly just to wake myself. I often do this during speeches since French students tend to perform their speeches in monotone. Super happy fun time! Obviously class was not the awesome part of my day, it was the normal part. No, rather the awesome part was when I tutored my little French chillins after class was out/when I was done using Rikki at the library. On a regular Tuesday I don't bring Rikki with me since my laptop is rather heavy and the walk to the Racadot residence is an uphill hike for me. But today was different, mostly because I was behind in my work and had to order a stamp for the French insurance online. I also ran into Toine, though not quite. In fact Rikki ran into him, while he was sleeping. Such a hypocrite. He had given me crap last week for sleeping on my laptop in library in-between classes. "If you're tired go home." If home were closer and had a wicked soft mattress maybe I would, but neither of those things exist in reality. Besides, Rikki's keyboard is so cozy and warm. How can anyone resist sleeping on it? Today though I found him in the library asleep on his computer. Hypocrite. So I did the only thing possible, I woke him up by jabbing him with Rikki. Ha, he sure looked shocked. Oh well, it was for his own good. I'm pretty sure he has classes in the afternoon, all the French students seem to have morning-night schedules, so most likely I assisted with him going to class on time. And that's the gospel truth. Why is it whenever I say the word gospel my throat is scorched? Kinda similar to how I whenever I touch a cross my skin becomes charred. So strange. I remember John Proctor once saying to me, "All liars go to hell Mary," but I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. May his bewitched soul rest in peace. Wow, that became off-topic. Moving onto the awesome part of my day. Remember it wasn't bugging Toine, it was my lil' French chillin. Alexis, the five now turned six year old, is the most adorable kid on the planet. I swear he's like a little doll. Every time I show up he runs to door to say, with a huge smile, "Hello!" Just precious. This lesson with Louis and Anne went very smoothly. I helped Anne with formulating sentences using "although" "in spite of" "because of" and "because". We also worked on "whose" which is always a fun one. She's picking it up rather well, though her pronunciation could use some work. The lesson ended and I did not leave, not right away. This was the night Mme Racadot invited me to dinner. Ok, I'm a college student living in a dorm that only has two burners as a means of cooking. Home cooked meals equal heaven to me. Doesn't hurt that Mme Racadot is a fantastic cook. This meal included a favorite dish of mine, quiche. This was real French quiche too. I was a bit worried at first when she said it was a Normandy specialty, they like their goat cheese, but there was no trace of the stuff in this ham and cheese quiche. Reverse Catholic blessing. I had to control myself since my appetite can be rather large for my size. I was the one who finished the pumpkin soup, yummers, and had two slices of the quiche, and ate the rest of the salad, and helped demolish the remaining fruit from the fruit salad. I would have finished the quiche, I easily had room, but I didn't want to seem too pig-like. Heh, I only eat like a starved wolf around certain types of people; my friends, my family, and boys I have possible affections for. Yeah I'm not a petty eater when I'm taken out, if I'm not touching my plate it's because I don't like it, and despite traditional norms of girls being coquette with their meals, I have received many adorations for actually cleaning my plate. They also like it when I order food  that isn't a salad. That's right tomboys, men like it when you do in fact eat what you ordered. Damn off track again. The dinner, besides the amazing spread, was a lot of fun as well. They spoke to me completely in French which was great practice. In truth, when I tutor the kids I have to speak in French since they're shy about their English. I feel so happy that I'm able to experience having a meal with a genuine French family. That was definitely the awesome part of my lucky thirteen day.