Some things I’ve noticed…

I’m still really bad at introducing myself, turns out I haven’t heard anyone besides me say “je m’appelle” so unless someone introduces me it can get semi awkward.

I still can’t drink wine without leaving residue on the glass, on my lips, or on my teeth.

Sudoku is an amazing way to pass time in class.

I don’t have to go to Spanish anymore, WOOT WOOT.

Unless I take everyday as it comes and stop worrying about tomorrow (or stop getting uber excited for my vacations) then this year is going to go by way too quickly.

There’s just something about drinking a glass of wine at a Parisian café…

This exchange is kind of like a Christmas present. I wished and hoped for it for so long, and now that I got it I want to move on to something else.

I need to not want to move on to something else.

I am truly blessed with a few good friends (I just wish they had more time to hang out, or spent less time with their girlfriends).

I hate seeing something that I find very funny, and that my friends would also find very funny, but not being able to share that with them and thus being forced to laugh awkwardly by myself.

I still hate shaving.

If I didn’t have my MP3 player I would be in an awful mood every morning.

Normandy is beautiful (just not every weekend).

I <3 Wine, Cheese, and Bread.

There are ignorant people everywhere, not just in America.

Responding to the questions “So do you like George Bush?” and “What do you think about Iraq?” gets pretty annoying.

It’s probably not a good idea to try to read a book that, when every French student who sees it says, “oooh, I couldn’t even understand half of that book”

The greatest thing about being an exchange student is the universally applicable excuse of “oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t understand.”

I have awful table manners.

My awful table manners are often corrected by my host mom.

It is difficult to explain what a Cornucopia is in French...very difficult. What makes it even more difficult is the fact that as I tried to draw it the kid I was explaining it to thought I was drawing a picture of Cartman from South Park, obviously my drawing prowess hasn't improved despite all my doodling during class. Well, Practice makes Perfect.

I am done writing this, because I emptied my brain of imaginative thinking.

Bisous,

Brent