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.
