The Day

So for the second time this week, I got up an hour earlier and needed and went to school. I guess I don’t have the omniscience that most other people in my class had to know that my history teacher would be absent again (or maybe it’s cause I didn’t know that “jusqu’à nouvel ordre” means “until further notice,” and I actually read that a couple of times the day before on the board they have for absent teachers). It actually turned out to be pretty good, I hung out with some really nice people, talked about French politics, American fashion, and French stereotypes of American (and vice versa). I also taught them a swing dancing move they were not aware of. I learned there are basically 3 versions of Americans that the French think of…1. The cocky “I can do whatever I want American.” 2. The Fat, Obese American. 3. The Texan (aka Jeff).

After school, I went to get my visa extended. This required me traveling for about 45 minutes after school, waiting in line for about an hour, and then realizing I needed my actual passport, whereas my papers from rotary said I only needed photocopies…so it was basically a waste of time to go all the way down there. Actually, it wasn’t, because it brought me into the southern part of town, where the really cool Brazilian exchange student that I met at the welcome weekend lives. We hung out, ate, walked around, and saw the amazingly funny movie Little Miss Sunshine. I laughed harder than I have in a long time. It was great to have some good company, and to be able to talk to someone in English and not feel awkward. I am really tired. So I am going.

Brent