Thanksgiving...and stuff.

Thanksgiving last year=lonely, at school, pity party.

Thanksgiving this year=fun, friends, good food, beautiful environment, relaxation, sleep, pleasure reading.

Can you tell which one I prefer?

Anyways, to escape from vague terms like "beautiful environment," I'll let you know how my thanksgiving was spent. (Mostly through pictures).

We (Marissa, Tyler, Lerin, Hannah, Myself) spent Thanksgiving day at Lerin's Granddad's house on Puget Sound, near Port Ludlow, WA.

Chuck (her Granddad) built the house by hand, and it's location is impeccable. A stone's throw from the beach, with beautiful white capped mountains in the background, and intense, blue water in the foreground.

He had a Ham radio, which he didn't hesitate to explain in detail (and practice) to me and Tyler. I love the wealth of information stored up in old people, and it seems like a very simple task to have it all pour out: ask a question, and listen as they indulge you for as long as they feel necessary.

I am not good with names. As evidenced by my misstep in calling Lerin's mom, who had introduced herself to me as Carolyn, Deborah. I'm not sure where I pulled that name from. Not sure at all.

We rode a ferry back to Seattle. First time for me on a ferry. It was breathtaking, in several ways. First, the cold, fast winds that whipped us as we looked out over the rails. Second, the haze covered Mount Rainier towering over a silhouetted Seattle skyline.

Now we're back at school. Just over a week left. This week's been pretty silent, but the guns should start going off Friday when I get my Finals assignments and the reality of studying hits.



Here are some pictures (Marissa took most of them) from the weekend.

http://spu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2001161&l=dbb0a&id=1076310089

http://spu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=65349&l=ca24b&id=1058250068

sorry, it wouldn't let me put any on blogger, and it wouldn't let me create a web album. so you'll have to deal with facebook.

Much Love,

Brent

I am now without beard.

Completely shorn for the first time in about three years; prepared for a November without shaving, celebrated by many across the nation.

I took my transformation into a 12 year old boy (which i was for halloween) in stages.

I first stopped at the awkward 15 year old moustache stage for a day, to go to the Brand New concert.

Then in finished off the shave, while annihilating my sensitive neck in the process.

That's pretty much as exciting as my life has been in the last little while.

Hello all,

Here are some pictures from my first couple weeks here at school.

Enjoy the pictures.


Brent

Hi

My Mommy came to visit me at school.

Yay!

Here are pictures
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http://picasaweb.google.com/BrentinParis/MommyComeVisit


Brent

Hello All.

Sorry I abruptly stopped my blogging at the end of May. June was heinously busy; filled with a visit from the parents, an unexpected visit from a friend from the States, the loss of a wallet, a trip to Lisbon and Spain, then many goodbyes.

Coming home was amazing. Although I do periodically miss France, 'adjusting' to life in the United States took little to no effort as I was surrounded by those I love most. I was able to work at Camp Elim for 3ish weeks, find my new career in giving plasma, and visit Wyoming on a road trip with Tyler.

This blog is just to update you (for the last time) on the happenings in my life. I just moved in to my room, which I'll be sharing with tyler, at Seattle Pacific University. Life is good. I'm excited for the new year to start and to experience the adventure that is college.

Thanks so much for all your support throughout the year. It meant a lot to me. And thanks for your commitment to reading my sometimes not very interesting blogs.

I love you all and hope you all the best!

(click this link to see pictures of the new dorm room) http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2000971&l=d15cd&id=1076310089

All the best,

Brent

“To the left, to the left…”

I’m trying to write this blog while listening to Irreplaceable by Beyoncé, but it’s not working very well, because I just have this constant urge to dance, but can’t because my host dad’s in the next room, and then by the time I settle down and look at my Microsoft Word screen the song is done and I am forced to start it again.

I am currently in the process of preemptively packing all of my things because of my host brother’s arrival from Brazil on Thursday. I don’t really like packing. I have way too many books.

These blogs should really get written more often, because after a certain point I don’t feel like doing them because so much has happened and I tell myself it will be too hard to explain it all. This is one of those times. But here I am. Typing away.

Two Saturdays ago (the 12th), my school had this ‘oversized gathering’ (aka party) with another school at a club here in Paris. A couple exchange student friends came with me, which saved me as I would have been forced to dance to techno all night with my French friends. But as any good American is trained to dance to rap because of high school dances, we had fun dancing how we wanted. We are exchange students, so we do what we want anyways. It was extremely hot and I perspired copiously. But, you’ll be pleased to know I cut my hair yesterday for the first time since December, so if it so happens that you are dancing near me in the near future, I will be sweating much less. Our night was filled with much more than sweat. It also included fun, confrontation with French people who didn’t like my enthusiastic dancing during 50 Cent, falling asleep in the grass next to an old church while waiting for the Metro to open, and many laughs.

As I got home around 6 in the morning, I slept as much as possible on Sunday (which means until 1 o clock, when my host dad called me for lunch). My friend Elizabeth (exchange student from Cali who was on my EuroTour) was in town with some other exchange students, as she was leaving a few days after for the states. We hung out in a park and then got kicked out because of a severe weather warning, although the sky was perfectly blue and it was sunny out. Go figure.

That night I had an amazing Table Group at Justin’s house. Justin, Taro, Jean (his name is really spelt NDJsomethinsomethin, but I’m not going to even attempt it, although I just did) and I had a great time picking apart 1 John and throwing ideas off each other. Taro brought some German sausages and German beer, which we consumed with pleasure. All a night really needs is some 1 John, German gastronomy, and community.

Thursday was a holiday (although I’m not sure which one, all I know is that I got out of school, which is all I really need to know). Signe (exchange student from Iowa in northern France) was here with some other exchange students (including my friend Lorca from N.Carolina). We sat talking near the Eiffel tower for a while, then did the European thing and got Kebab for lunch, all the while meeting another exchange student Sarah (in my district, from S. Carolina) in the process. We then walked around Montmartre. Sarah left, Signe and I got cheap pints, and then I went home and ate. Successful day.

My good friend Andrew from church was on vacation in China until Thursday, and I hadn’t seen him since Easter, so it was high time Friday night for a reunion. We went to a bar with some of his fellow Fulbright scholar friends, then made an intensely late (but delicious) dinner for one of his friends and her boyfriend who had just arrived that night from Ecuador.

I thought I was saved from waking up early on Saturdays as I finished with my sport class last week, but Saturday morning started at a solid 7:30 in order to meet Andrew and Paul at 8:30 to pick up our bikes for our excursion into the forest. We had been talking about doing something with just us guys for a while, so it felt relieving Saturday as Andrew, Paul, Taro and I got on the train to Fontainebleu (château outside of Paris) to spend a day riding bikes through the forest and enjoying each others’ company. The whole biking aspect turned out to be a bit more difficult as expected, as fold-up city bikes with tiny tires and wheels aren’t exactly designed to perform on forest trails made for mountain bikes. Our optimistic expectations for finishing the 5 hour loop in 4 quickly turned into constant comments on my part concerning how imperative it was we stop for food, and constant ‘let’s just find this spot’ by our German-Japanese tracker, Taro. We stopped for the long awaited picnic in a boulder field, and just spent time talking, watching lizards, and trying to take group photos. Riding through the forest made me realize how much I miss the outdoors. Sometimes in Paris I just feel so cooped up and claustrophobic because of all the gray buildings that seem to constantly encircle me. It’s really good to get out and smell the roses every once in a while, even though we didn’t see any roses.

(Almost done). Sunday we had a church wide lunch. I discovered that Leffe Brune is infinitely better than Leffe Blonde. I also realized that I’m going to miss the beautiful people at my church more than I know. (beautiful as in, their hearts, not as in ‘I’m only going to miss the good looking people at my church). We also make good food as a church (well, not me…they), which I will equally (not really equally) miss.

I’ve lost all motivation in school. It feels good.

Brent

27 days

…And On Saturday Morning I Write Blogs

If I put my week in a box it would resemble this.

Cinco de Mayo. Mmm is the only word I can think of when reflect on last Saturday’s greatness. I had a burrito for the first time in over 8 months. For those of you who know me and my love for burritos, you can guess that I was pretty ecstatic to break that involuntary burrito fast. I went to this quasi-American/Mexican restaurant called Indiana with Tina (goes to American University in Paris/my church) and one of her friends. We had awful service…but I had a burrito (washed down with a typically Mexican corona) which trumps all (burritos wipe away tears). We stole matchboxes and spent our walk to the Gelato place flicking matches. After meeting some more of her friends and watching the girls attempt to climb this sculpture of a head, we had as Tina would say “the best gelato in Paris.” I guess it was pretty good, but I’m not gelato expert, I just judged by the simple fact that it tasted similar to the gelato I had in Italy.

Moving on, Sunday I met up with Brittney (exchange student in Beauvais) for Free Museum Sunday in Paris, where we managed to choose two of the few museums that weren’t free to attempt to visit. Not all was lost, as our third pick was a charm (the Centre Pompidou). As it is the modern art museum in Paris, we had some fun playing the “what is the meaning of this painting?” game. After she headed off I met up with Taro from church to munch on Falafel. For those of you who didn’t know, there was an election Sunday night in Paris, so Taro and I were interested to see if we could find large groupings of people so we could watch some mischief happen. Taro, being an architect, suggested we check out the Socialist Party headquarters, which was designed by Fredrich Niemeyer (who I guess is a famous architect). Confused at our arrival by the absence of people, it took a few minutes to realize that it was in fact the Communist headquarters we were looking at. Socialist, Communist, sometimes even the best of us confuse them. After seeing some interesting architecture (but no riots), we had a beer at a hoppin’ café/bar. Taro is amazing. If you ever get the chance, hang out with him.

My cousin Melanie came Monday through Tuesday, and my history teacher’s absence made it possible to spend the whole day with her Monday. We haven’t seen each other in almost two years, so it was awesome to catch up on what we’ve been doing in our lives. We had some Kebab then walked around Montmartre. As I arrived at her hotel a few minutes after she did, she was a bit jet lagged, so we headed back to her hotel where we took naps/watched a documentary on the foreign unit of the French Legionnaires (yes, contrary to popular belief, France does have some semblance of an army). We then picnic dinnered by the Eiffel Tower and proceeded to watch an interesting French movie. I spent a good part of the movie translating for Melanie, as although she took French immersion, had a little trouble understanding (but I had trouble as well, as it felt like half the actors were speaking with croissants in their mouths). I’m not sure if the people behind us appreciated it, but oh well.

Tuesday was a pubic holiday, therefore I didn’t have school. Melanie’s plan was to visit the Louvre (which I forgot was closed) in the morning and then meet up with me later. The Louvre was not open, so she had to just chill for a couple hours then try to figure out my awfully confusing drawing of the Louvre to figure out where to meet me. After a short walk, we met up with Paul from my church to go on one of his amazing bike tours. Melanie’s maladroit-ness on the bike aside, we had a wonderful time seeing/discovering Paris with Bike About Tours (http://www.bikeabouttours.com/). If you are ever in Paris, go on one of their tours. You get to see the city in such a different light than you do walking as well as learn as much as you need in a few hours to appreciate the city. Tuesday night was another fantastic, multicultural dinner at Paul’s. Of those who ate, there were one American, one American/Canadian (me), a Canadian, a Kiwi, a Japanese/German, an Irishwoman, and two of Paul’s French roommates. Conversations flowed somewhat randomly from English to French as all of us “foreigners” spoke French. The sense of community was amazing, as it is every time Paul has others over for dinner. There is power in a meal-shared.

The rest of my week was comfortably slow. I discovered some things. Like that I can save money by buying frozen food for lunch and cooking it at friends’ houses. Or that spending a few hours reading with a glass of wine in a café is a perfectly appropriate way to spend a Thursday (and Friday) afternoon. But most importantly I learned that, senioritis is most definitely worse the second time around, and that these three weeks of school that remain may be the hardest/longest of the year. Oh high school, I’ve had enough of you for one lifetime, please leave me alone.

37 days.

Brent

3 weeks of vacation and 6 weeks to go

As you see from the pictures in my last blog entry…I had a pretty amazing time to say the least on my Euro Tour. You can all thank me for learning my lesson about overly wordy blogs when I wrote about my Spain trip, so thus I will not be paining you with 6+ pages of intense details of my trip. Instead, I will succinctly summarize its greatness.

11 days
44 exchange students
Cities visited: Strasbourg, Munich, Salzburg, Innsbruck, Venice, Loano, Monaco, Cannes, Cassis, Marseilles, Lyon, Annecy, Geneva, Dijon
Theme song: What Goes Around by Justin Timberlake
Pictures taken: 1174
Average hours of sleep: 3-4

That actually doesn’t give really any insight into my trip, sorry. The pictures do a much better job of explaining, just look at those. In any case, know this romp around Europe goes down in the books as my most memorable experience from this year.

I got home at 4:30 last Friday from Euro Tour and left at precisely 5:35 in order to catch my train for St Nom la Breteche, a small town outside of Paris where I was staying the night with my YEO and Leo (the Brazilian in Paris) before our district’s weekend in Normandy. We ate really good crêpes with my YEO’s German friends and I wowed them with my vast knowledge of several useless German phrases which include “I bought this pen” and “I dropped my fork.”

The next morning we were off to the D-Day beaches in Normandy, which was quite an experience. We started off by watching a 360 degree film about the landings, then went down to a museum by the beach in Arromanches. The intense fog that surrounded the beach was fitting of its history, and made seeing a beach where so many young men died that much more powerful. But we did not stay somber the whole day, as we took full advantage of these free (free as in liberated not as in without cost) beaches to dig our feet in, get a little wet, and laugh. I think the soldiers who died there would find it appropriate that a group of 12 exchange students from around the world, whose countries were on both sides of the war (my YEO is German along with a girl in my district), could come together and enjoy the gift of freedom that they gave.

After the beaches, we headed over to the American cemetery a few miles away. This was even more powerful than the beaches, with line after line of white crosses testifying to the horrible toll the war had. It was also amazing to be there with the German exchange student, as we talked about how awful that part of history was but both shared brighter views for the future. After the American cemetery was the German cemetery. I found it more touching because of a simple detail on the gravestones of the German soldiers, their birthdates. Whereas on the American crosses only the day of death is mentioned, you notice with the German gravestones how truly young the soldiers were. It seemed like almost half were 18 or 19. It is just astounding to think about how different life is now. Using the example of Rike the German exchange student, at her age 60+ years ago she would be fighting in France against the French, whereas now she is acting as a goodwill ambassador there and living with a French family.

Anyways, the next day we visited a Castle built in the late 1100s by Richard the Lionheart and picnicked near there.

Tuesday was a Holiday in France, and therefore I was not obligated to attend school (although if I could just make that non-obligation continue until June 1st my joy would be made complete), so a few exchange students and I tanned in a Park, and then went and saw Das Leben Der Anderen/La Vie des Autres/The Lives of Others. It was a extremely well made and thought provoking film. See it.

Thursday I went and saw Gorgias by Plato (which is a book but was made into a play) with my Philosophy class. It was really hot in the theatre. I sweated a lot. I fell asleep a couple times. But overall it was pretty good.

Last night was really fun. My friend Guillaume and I did a little shopping after school, then we met his girlfriend and saw SpiderMan III. We went to McDonald’s after, and for my first time this year, got a beer with my BigMac meal. Although honestly I think coke goes a little better with a BigMac. Guillaume and I walked home because it was a slightly crisp and beautiful night. He is definitely one of the people at my school that I will be missing the most when I leave. Bref, I had a great time hanging out with him yesterday and speaking French. Did I mention I’m going to miss speaking French too?

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Brent

EuroTour!!!

Here are some pictures from my frolicking around Europe with 44 other Rotary Exchange Students from April 16-27

Enjoy!!

http://picasaweb.google.com/BrentinParis/EuroTourParisToVenice

http://picasaweb.google.com/BrentinParis/EuroTourVeniceToDijon

Cheers Here’s to Life (on Vacation)

Last week a couple of my friends from the first bus trip, Jim and Zach, came up to Paris early for their bus trip that was leaving on Thursday. So we hung out. Tuesday we met up with an exchange student from Canada who is going on their bus trip, and Wednesday with a Colombian exchange student who was visiting Paris. Good times.

The sound of my alarm Friday morning wasn’t very appealing to my ears, so I turned off the alarm and fell back asleep, waking up at 9:00, exactly when my class was starting. While explaining this to my host mom I was interrupted by the beautiful sentence “oh, don’t worry Brent, I’ll just call you in sick and you can come to Good Friday Mass at Sacré Coeur with me.” The service was a lot different than the somber, candle lit services I am used to. There was simply a lot of singing (no Spencer, we did not sing “our God is an awesome God”). It was peaceful to sing songs, and it was something I really enjoyed although I may have spent more time focusing on my French pronunciation then on what the words really meant. All of this was of course sweetened by the fact that I was in the process of missing 4 hours of science labs, and that the only class between me and vacation was one hour of math later that afternoon. After math I went to Parc Monceau and read for a while, then a little later I met my friends to surprise our other friend Marion for her birthday. We threw her a hoppin’ party, and the night consisted of dancing, fun conversations with friends and new acquaintances, me being hungry as I hadn’t eaten yet, music, and well, an all around super-duper time.

Saturday. I stayed at Andrew’s house because my host parents left for the weekend. We ate Panini. He left. I watched “Ensemble c’est tout”, a French movie with Audrey Tautou (that sentence rhymes by the way). I ate Doëner. I slept.

For Easter, my church went down about an hour south of Paris to the country home of the parent’s of a member of the church. We had a traditional Jewish Seder meal on the Sunday outside in the beautiful sun and warmth. The Seder meal is for Passover, but it works as well for Easter because of all the parallels between the story of Passover (the blood of the Lamb etc) and Easter (Jesus=Lamb of God). The food and fellowship were amazing both Sunday and Monday. Monday I was a little tired after sleeping in a maximum five foot bed Sunday night. The length of this bed also did not help my legs, decimated as they were by the intense soccer match played Sunday. Monday night Andrew and I kicked it at his house, ate some pizza that reminded me of Positano’s (but did not completely reach that level of greatness) and watched 24 and the Office.

It has been gorgeous here in Paris for the last couple weeks, which suits (or creates?) my intensely joyous mood lately. Just thought all you suffering through cold weather in the states ought to know that. In light of this gorgeous weather, yesterday I went to the Musée Rodin. Rodin was a sculptor in the 19th century, and his work is displayed both inside the museum and outside in the garden (thus justifying my going to museum on a beautiful day). The museum is amazing. I fell asleep reading outside on the grass. That night, Andrew’s parents took me, Paul, and Taro out for dinner. Andrew picked out the restaurant, called “Le Timbre”, which means “the stamp” and is called that because it is so small. The staff consists of a cook and a waitress, but the food and atmosphere are impeccable (despite being surrounded almost completely by other English speakers). It was probably one of the last times I’ll get to be with Andrew, Taro and Paul all together, so although it was amazing, it was a little bittersweet at the same time, knowing that my time here is slowly depleting. In other news, after almost 8 months in France I still struggle drinking red wine and keeping it off my lips and/or glass. That is on my list of things to learn before I leave. Along with hangliding. And quilting.

Almost done. Today Melanie (exchange student from New Brunswick) and I went to explore the Versailles Gardens (which are free), as we are too cheap and it was too nice out to warrant a visit in the actual museum. It was such a relaxing day. We vented about the French school system, walked around, fell asleep near the canal (where I got semi-sunburned), ate Sherbet, and eavesdropped on adolescent British girls with funny accents. Solid day. Man do I love vacation.

Brent!

I Roll With the Cripz

So I pretty much can’t believe it’s already April.

In other news, I am doing pretty much amazing. Paris in the springtime is gorgeous. I have a week of school until my three week vacation. Bref, I am loving life.

This weekend was one for the books. Friday after school Victor and I walked around and talked, then I went and saw the 300 with my friends Guillaume and Marine. I thought I was sitting next to Johnny Depp the entire time, but finalement when the lights were on it was most definitely not him. I was a bit disappointed.

Waking up Saturday for Badminton really melted my butter, but I only have 2 sessions left, which excites me. Not having any plans in particular for daytime Saturday, I was very happy when Brie, an exchange student just outside Paris, called and wanted to hang out. So Brie, Rebecca (from Cali) and Rike (Germany) hung out most of the day Saturday, eating, walking in the rain, smoking hookah, and eating the most amazing, fresh out of the oven baguettes. That was a once in a lifetime baguette.

That night was similarly amazing. I went to the largest apartment in the history of history for dessert with friends from school, as it was a girl’s birthday party. They are a close group of friends and are super funny and great to hang out with. We then went to this kind of chic, bourgeois, “I’m Parisian and spend my parent’s money” bar where you drink cocktails out of baby bottles. There was a competition where trivial pursuit questions were asked in order to win suckers, and I won two. Take that French people and the stereotype of American ignorance. I got home at 3. I wasn’t really tired. Good night it ‘twas.

The sun was shining nicely Sunday morning for the picnic my church was having at the Jardins de Luxembourg. My friend Andrew and I played an awkward version of Pickle with some little girls from the church and these two French boys. It was really hot. The sun. Not the game of pickle. Andrew and I then went to a cemetery near by (Parisian cemeteries are the bomb diggity) and talked for a long time. It was amazing.

Usually on Mondays I have a history class with the Juniors (Premieres) from two till four, but as they were taking a test today, my teacher said I could learn the French “of the bistros.” I took this grand opportunity on this fine Spring day to walk to the Eiffel Tower, which took about an hour, where after several miscommunications I met up with some friends from my first bus tour, who were in Paris for their Euro tour. It was great to see them again, if only for a little bit. I then proceeded to lay in the grass under the warm sun and read. Perfection.

And that my friends, is how I roll with the cripz.

Brent

Tour Guidin’

This is going to be as short as I can make it.

For the last week and a half I’ve been playing tour guide in Paris, first for my best friends Evan and Kyle who came Friday before last (March 16th) and then for some Rotary kids who are studying in Poland (Spencer and Alyssa).

And the recap.

Evan got in on Friday at 6:30 AM, so I called in sick to my school (oh the perks being “majeur” in France can bring), and picked him up. If you know Evan and I, you know we haven’t been away from each other for probably more than 2 or 3 weeks in the past 9 years, so after almost 7 months apart I can easily say it was amazing to see him. We went for a beastly walk around the city, taking pictures of a random Romanian Orthodox man that I still need to send him (at this real address in Romania, as he had no email), meeting Andrew for falafel (a very appropriate cheap and fast food option in Paris), then going to Montmartre, then planning on going to the Louvre but then after searching for a place to eat, and having Evan be constantly drifting into sleep, we called it a night and went home. Evan slept for 15 hours.

Andrew and I went to an awesome market by his house and made lunch for sleepy Evan, after which we picked up Kyle from the airport (YAY KYLE!), walked, and then celebrated Saint Patrick’s Day with Andrew and some of his teaching assistant friends. Let’s just say we got home at 4 in the morning after an adventurous time trying to find night buses but then bowing out and taking a taxi.

Sunday consisted of the Père Lachaise cemetery, waiting for Kyle to take pictures, walking, searching for an Indian restaurant on Montmartre with Nikki but settling for Tibetan (crazy ethnic food lovers).

Monday I unfortunately had to wake up and go to school. But Kyle and Evan met me for lunch, where we had scrumptious döner right by my school, and got served free tea, which officially made me a lifetime customer. Tyler was on his bus trip with his Rotary, and they were in Paris from Monday till Thursday, and as their chaperones consist of 4 ex-exchange students, we got to see a lot of him. 3 of my best friends, all in Paris at the same time, who would have thought!? Monday, Tyler’s group decided to take forever and a half to get to the Eiffel tower, so Evan, Kyle and I had to bear the cold while waiting for the incompetent Germans to find their way there. Then I went to sleep cause I had school in the morning L

I had my interview with SPU Tuesday for the full tuition scholarship, which went really well, and I find out April 17th so now comes the wait! But I met my friend-os after school, then we went with all the exchange students to this Brazilian bar, where much fun was had.

Sadly that was Evan and Kyle’s last night, so Wed I met up with them after school and we ate and said our goodbyes. I know it may sound like we didn’t do that much, but just seeing these boys made me so unbelievably happy that anything we did together was amazing. I was so happy they could come. Such a great time. But I met Tyler and exchange student co. at a café, then I went to Taro’s house and had this delicious Japanese dish that he made because his house was conveniently located right next to Tyler’s hostel. Then I remet up with Tyler and we went with the other exchange students to a Salsa Bar, where much fun was had, a sad goodbye was said, and I had to catch a night bus home and go to school the next day. Freaking school.

Thursday was my day off, aka day in between company leaving and company coming.

Friday Spencer (who is from Douglas, Wyoming, in my district from back home, and in Poland) and Alyssa (from Connecticut, also in Poland) came and I commenced my second tour guiding adventure. We went for a walk (I honestly walked more this last week then I ever have before in my life), got falafel, accidentally went into a gay bar, stayed in the gay bar, and walked around.

Brittney (from Connecticut, exchange student in Beauvais) came in for the day Saturday. We had a sweet picnic under the Eiffel tower, where I tried to throw a wine bottle at a pigeon and it exploded. (the wine bottle was empty, by the way). We then spent four amazing hours in a Hookah bar, filled with amazing and honest exchange student conversation and Spencer surpassing his master in blowing smoke rings. Brittney sadly had to leave, but we made the most of it by going to the Eiffel tower and pretending we were Polish while befriending Polish people.

Feeling French Sunday, we decided to get Mcdonald’s take out and eat at the Jardins de Luxembourg. We then walked. It was beautiful out. The first real day of Spring. I love Paris in the springtime! Then we went and ate curry at Paul’s house with my home group. I got to share my friends with my other friends. Yay!

Monday they met me for lunch, where we picnicked at the beautiful Parc Monceau right near my school. Bread and Cheese. What else is needed in life? The sun was shining, it was gorgeous. Perfect day. After school we went and sat by the banks of the Seine and talked, met some more Polish people, ate some more McDonalds, met a Polish guy there, walked, fell asleep on the grass near Notre Dame, then went home.

Tuesday they left, but that didn’t stop them from bring bread, cheese and wine for lunch! We ate. It was fantastic. Then I saw them off. It was sad to have friends leave again, but I was ready for the rest. Today and yesterday I’ve taken much needed naps. I ate a hamburger with Andrew on Montmartre today and got awful service. But it was on Montmartre, and with Andrew, so I couldn’t complain.

And that’s my life in a box.

Brent

A Blog Concerning the Happenings and Circumstances during the interval of [Return from Bus Trip; Return to School]

The reason I haven’t written in so long is twofold: first to give all of you who dared to read my epic (concerning it’s length, not exactly it’s amazing content) recantation of my week in Spain, and second because my internet chez moi has not been working L. I’ll keep this recap of what I’ve been up to since getting back from Spain as short as I can. In fact, I am going to take the format of Tyler’s blog and give it to you in easy, numbered points.

1. Got home, then directly had to pack back up and leave as my host parents were leaving for the weekend and I was staying at a friend’s then going to Brussels from Monday to Wednesday.

2. Stayed at Paul from my church’s house Friday night, wanted to sleep, but it was a bit difficult with the party that his roommates threw going on at full boar.

3. Saturday an exchange student Colleen who I met on the aeroplane coming here was in Paris with her host parents before she went on her bus trip, so I got my second of three free meals provided by the (host) parents of exchange student friends visiting Paris. Although it was weird talking to Colleen in French through lunch (I have an aversion to speaking to people who’s first language is English in French), we got our English time in on the walk to the Louvre. It was so great to talk to her, as it is to all exchange students. Thanks Colleen! Lets hope this trend continues. Love it. Stayed at Victor’s house Sat night. We went to a club on a boat with some friends. We did speed dating. Let’s just say I never thought I’d ever go speed dating, let alone in French. Although I didn’t find my true love and soul mate, it did provide a good laugh and good story (it’s all about the story).

4. Sunday caught up on some needed rest, then met Victor and co. for a Chinese dinner. Went to bed, and got up at 5ish to catch my train for Brussels.

5. Brussels does not have the best weather, but is a beautiful city. Kelsey (an exchange student from Vermont) kindly showed me around town and let me stay at his house. It was great to have some more exchange student contact. Exchange students=my favorite people. Thanks for a great time Kelsey!

6. Came home Wednesday to the sweet present of candy brought by Aunt Esther, Uncle Bruce, and cousin Lyndzi, who were visiting me, and were a present in themselves. It was so great to see family again, I forgot how comforting it feels to be around those that are related to you. We went on a bike tour with Bike About Tours provided by Christian, a guy at the church who started the company with Paul. Paris by bike is such an escape after spending so much time walking. If you come to Paris, go on their bike tours, I promise you’ll love it.

7. This week I’ve had the Bac Blancs at school (equivalent of massive mid terms) so I’ve been spending my nights semi studying and finding other ways besides the internet to procrastinate (Solitaire, listening to Rob Bell sermons, etc). But today (Wednesday) was awesome because I went out to lunch with an exchange student Katherine who I met on the bus trip, who is in Paris with her mom. Basically the statement by exchange student friends “Hey Brent, me and my (host) parents are going to be in Paris, and they want to take you out to lunch” has become one of my cherished treasures (as mentioned earlier, really hope that continues). As I get to 1. Hang out with exchange students. 2. Get to meet new people and have great conversation. And last but not least 3. I get a free meal. We were extremely loud at lunch to the enjoyment of the semi-creepy guy eating alone next to us and listening to our entire conversation. We laughed a lot. Merriment ensued. Thanks Becky and Katherine, I had an amazing time!

All I have to say is…life is good.

Oh, and Evan comes in a week. After spending 9 years together without being away from each other for more than a couple weeks apart, I could say I’m excited but that would be a vast understatement.

And to share a quote that randomly caught my attention from C.S Lewis, “Those who have nothing can share nothing; those who are going nowhere can have no fellow-travelers.”

I hope you all have something and are going somewhere.

Brent

Bus Trip

Warning: This is extremely long. Maybe just read every other paragraph, and you'll get a good jist of my trip. Or take it in sittings, just like War and Peace, I think this blog will be better if you don't read it all at once then end up wanting to kill me by the end. and i'll post pictures later

Sorry this has taken so long to get up, but I have had limited time to write this since I got back from the bus trip. Without further ado…the story of my trip.

I wish I could write it in a more interesting fashion as opposed to just what we did everyday, but this is for my benefit of remembering as well, so you will have to deal with it, or you could just close your browser, you choice. This is going to be very long. I warn you right now.

Friday the 16th, I got up, grabbed my backpack and messenger bag and embarked on one of the best weeks of my life. Half of the exchange students met at one train station, and half at the other. Because of the amount of people that signed up they used two buses instead of the usual one, which was great because I got to meet a whole busload more people than I would have on a trip with just one bus. So us at Gare de Lyon kicked it for a few hours, as our bus was caught in traffic. Cards and greetings were exchanged, but it would take a couple days for everyone to become comfortable around each other and start really having fun. We took a pretty awful bus tour of Paris. Not my favorite part of the trip. Our free time was virtually non existent, but Zach, Jim (two other exchange students who came in on my plane) and I used our time to hang out with the Japanese and Chinese girls and take some fun pictures outside the Louvre. We hopped back on our bus for a 4+ hour journey to Dijon, which was made shorter by the presence of Zach’s speakers for his iPod. Zach and I sang every line to “What would you do?” by City High, and I attempted a singalong with the South Americans during Juanes. That night we had a welcome party, where everyone introduced themselves, and then danced the night away. The highlight of the dance was probably the 30 year old man who was staying in the hostel where we were; who decided that there probably wouldn’t be a better chance than this to pick up under aged women and joined in on the dancing. Awkward.

Saturday we got up early and drove 6ish boring hours to southern France to see the Pont du Gard, which is the largest surviving roman era aqueduct in the world. We took a guided tour and I should have paid more attention but it was somewhat boring. The coolest part was that we actually got to go into the aqueduct and walk through to the other side. Keep in mind that all this time, whenever we do a tour, or all the exchange students are together, there is a constant flow of amazing conversation, laughter, and fun. So even if something sounds boring, it probably wasn’t. Once we finished walking around and taking pictures we hopped back on the bus to head to Nîmes, where we were spending the night. As Nîmes was an ancient roman city, we had a fitting Roman dinner, complete with togas. Zach and I, always at the front end of fashion, forwent the given “togas” that we were supposed to wear and instead stripped our beds of the sheets and made ourselves some togas. We ate the semi-decent food with our hands (which was a relief after spending 6 months constantly worrying about my table manners). That night some of us hung out in a room, where Zach and Jim told one of the funniest stories ever, and Jim found out he has some capacity for good storytelling. Zach, Jim and I also had an experience that night in our room during our conversation with our roommate Nacho, as I was basically in tears laughing the entire time.
Sunday we got up, and did a tour of Nîmes. It was raining heavily, so I wore my Chacos, so I would just have wet feet and not wet socks. Basically what’s left of Rome in Nîmes is an old temple and a Roman arena, so there wasn’t too much to see, but we had some free time in the covered market in Nîmes to save us from the rain. After our tour we headed to España. Driving through mountains made me very happy, as looking at grey buildings 7 days a week can do damage to the spirit of someone from Colorado. We arrived in Lloret de Mar (hour outside of Barcelona) near dinnertime to our fantastic hotel which was located a short walk from the beach and complete with swimming pool, room/bar for dancing, and all-you-can-eat buffets for breakfast and lunch. Due to the prowess of Zach’s vision, we found out that there would be a Flamenco dancing show that night in the basement of the hotel. Let’s just say I wish I was man enough to dance Flamenco. Near the end we all got invited on stage and did a little dancing of our own, albeit far inferior to that of the salsa masters.

Monday we finally got to see Barcelona, which became very quickly dear to my heart. We spent most of the morning in a bus tour, which was interesting to a point, but mostly I spent it yearning to be able to get out and walk the streets of Barça. We had some free time at the top of a hill with a beautiful view of the city and the ocean. It was a gorgeous view accompanied by gorgeous, sunny weather, which we were treated to every day in Barcelona. We ate at a buffet near the beach, after which we had a few hours of free time in the center of the city. We walked down the Rambla (the large, pedestrian street in Barça) where we saw some street performers and some very cheap pets being sold. We had to resist Zach’s urge to buy some small rodent and let it loose on the bus. I think he may have made up for his inability to buy an animal by buying whatever exotic fruits he could at the market right off the Rambla. While at the market I had my first of two encounters with random drug dealers asking me to buy drugs on the trip. I bought a Cuban cigar from a store across the street, but it sucked. That night we smoked some Hookah as Gabby the Argentinian brought it, went and danced in the “club” in the basement of our hotel.

The next morning (being Tuesday) we had a tour of the FC Barcelona home stadium, which was okay. Seeing where star players get dressed isn’t exactly my cup of tea. We ate at another buffet (I ate so much on this trip) and then went to visit the Church of the Sagrada Familia, a modernist church by the famous Spanish architect Gaudi, which is still under construction. The church is amazingly planned out, with Gaudi taking hints from nature during his planning, with the inside acting as a kind of forest and the large beams on the outside shaped like Sequoias, among other things. The church was definitely my favorite site visited in Barcelona. It’s beautiful, and somewhat of a breather from the “normal” French churches that I’m used to seeing. That night some of us went down to the “beach” which was really a bunch of little rocks that obliterated my feet, and did some nighttime Mediterranean swimming. It was very cold. We didn’t swim long. On the way back, Jim and I got offered cocaine by a random guy on the street, thus my second drug dealer encounter. We made it out alive despite not buying any, and returned to the hotel for another night of dancing. We danced a lot that week.

Our final day in Barcelona, Wednesday, we visited a park designed by Gaudi, where we had free time to buy from the street vendors there (I got some 5 Euro “Armani” sunglasses), and admire the architecture. Again, it was gorgeous outside. Jim and I followed Posh English girls with ridiculous accents for a little, and then listened to some Spanish guitar in another part of the park. Oh, something I forgot to mention is that while in Barcelona, our buses were split up and our groups stayed at different hotels, so we didn’t see too much of each other, but we did have times together like at the stadium, and our time at the park overlapped. In that aspect I wish we would have spent more time as one large group, but it did allow the people on each bus to get to know each other better. We ate at McDonalds in Barcelona. I don’t know why. Then we went to the Picasso Museum, which was a let down mostly because one part of our bus had to spend 30-45 minutes waiting for a guide to come back to get let in, even though we really didn’t have to because there was a miscommunication. Waiting around was annoying to me because it cut into our last free time that we were going to have in Barça. But, as most worrying ends up, me stupidly being frustrated about free time meant nothing, as we got a lot of free time nonetheless, and Jim and I had one of my favorite experiences from the trip. Jim and I were walking down the Rambla, and all we heard was English and all we saw were people wearing red jerseys. We had forgotten FC Barcelona was playing Liverpool that day. Beer was everywhere, the Liverpool supporters were fired up and using the f word exceedingly. After walking for a bit, we stumbled upon a large place right off the street, where about a thousand Liverpool supporters were drinking, peeing, singing, and kicking soccer balls throughout the crowd. Jim and I stared in amazement at the sight presented to us, then went and bought a beer so we wouldn’t stand out too much. We had a random conversation with a guy from Liverpool, who thought we were speaking a different language at the beginning of our conversation. His friend with him, we understood not at all. Afterwards Jim and I wished we had been born in Liverpool. That night (the last one we would spend in a hotel) was kind of crazy. I won’t go into all the details, but there was swimming, dancing and fun to be had by all.

The last (tear) morning we drove to the Salvador Dali museum outside of Barcelona, where we took a tour. That man is crazy. But I love his art. Some of us decided to go all out and eat a big, Spanish, lunch for our last day, so a girl Eden and I split a “mixed grill” for two. Not knowing that Eden was vegan before she came, and not knowing that she was a little confused by the definition of “mixed grill”, I didn’t inform her that it meant “crapload of meat.” She ate a lot anyway, the good sport she is, and I tried some blood sausage, which despite it’s disgusting nature and aura, isn’t that bad. We explored the city a little and then headed back onto the bus. We drove to Montpellier where half the people got onto one bus heading to Lyon and another on a bus heading to Paris. It was time to say goodbye. Zach and I had a nice little farewell singing “N’importe quoi” with our South American friends we made on the trip, while Jim sat on the bus for an unknown reason. It was weird saying goodbye, because at this point in the trip everyone was just becoming comfortable with each other, just starting to have a really good time. So the only thing about the trip I can really complain about is that it should have been longer. We then loaded up on our bus to Paris, watched some movies, I slept in intervals of no longer than 30 minutes, had a great conversation with a Finnish girl named Nika and an American named Katherine, slept on the floor as our bus waited two hours in a parking lot no more than an hour outside of Paris because we were early and needed to wait for the place we were supposed to eat to open. After our unholy amount of time on the bus, we finally got to Paris, where saying goodbye was weird again. My return home was easier than those who had to wait at a train station then get on a 3 hour train home, so I was happy to return a short 30 minutes on the metro.

It’s very difficult for me to explain the utter amazingness and fun that I had on this trip. After writing all that, I think I failed miserably at portraying it’s amazingness. But those that went on the trip understand that despite some parts sounding boring, or some parts actually being boring, the entire trip was so amazingly fun. I know I’ve said amazing around 4 times, but it’s really the only word I can think of. Part of the fun comes from traveling to new and unseen places, but most of it comes from the people I met and the experiences we had together. As I’ve said time and time again, there is this unseen connection that every exchange student has with one another. It comes from the shared experiences, emotions and problems that every exchange student experiences. I was constantly amazed at the fact that with so many students from different backgrounds, cultures, and languages could be put on a bus, and have such camaraderie. Sitting on the bus I was struck by the relatively small amount of people that ever get this opportunity, to interact with and learn from so many different cultures at such a young age. After a week of hanging out and having fun with people from every part of the world, I realized how lucky I really was to have this experience. If there’s one thing I took from the trip, as my friend Brie put it, “this trip straight up made us international.” True that.

Brent

(If you read this entire thing, you should be applauded)

Busy Little Birthday Bee

In place of working on the scholarship essay I should be writing, I am going to inform all of you what I’ve been up to the past week or so, as blogs are a little more off the top of the head and less stressful than real essays.

As you may or may not know, it was my birthday on the 8th, also known as last Thursday. Somewhat like my experience with Christmas, it didn’t exactly feel like my birthday on Thursday, but I was plagued by feelings of homesickness nonetheless. Basically just a weird feeling, which I should be getting used to by now, as even sometimes I walk around and ask myself if I really realize I’ve been living in Paris for the last 6ish months. That’s beside the point. I know you’re all eager to hear me list off what I did, so here it goes.

For lunch, Victor and I got some tasty and pretty cheap Indian food on Montmartre. A dog in the restaurant spilled a bowl of water the owner gave it to drink from. I resisted my urge to also spill the contents of my plate over the floor to see what treatment I would get compared to the dog, but after realizing that humans are rational beings and are held accountable for their actions, I held off. Actually, that thought never crossed my mind, I just needed a way to make the paragraph more interesting than simply saying I got Indian food, as even though I had a lot of fun, nothing adventurous or exciting happened so it seems boring writing it down. Anyways…

Rotary, being the great and caring organization they are, decided to organize a concert at the Sorbonne (oldest and most famous university in Paris) for my birthday. Or actually that’s probably more like on my birthday. It was a classical concert, and I learned the lesson that it’s better to be over dressed than under dressed in these situations, after taking ‘wear your rotary blazer’ to mean that it wasn’t too formal, I decided to wear jeans and then felt awkward the entire time. Lesson learned. Afterwards my Rotary counselor took me out to the oldest Parisian restaurant, Le Procope, which was founded in 1686. I tried a French culinary specialty, Tartare, which is raw, spiced meat. On the plate, it looks similar to pre-cooked hamburger meat, but in the mouth it tastes lovely. I’m sure you can find disgusting Tartare in France, but I figured at a classy restaurant they wouldn’t screw up too bad and thus give me food poisoning. I was right (as in them not screwing up), and the night was great with the meal ending at 1 in the morning after I had great discussion with my host counselors friends about topics ranging from the politics of the young to the War in Iraq.

I spent a total of probably 4-5 hours in cafés on Friday. After school some friends and I went to one, then went to a movie, Molière (about the famous French playwright) a few hours later. After the movie, we walked to another café where my friends surprised me with a cake for my birthday. I couldn’t stop smiling. To think that these people that I’ve known for less than 6 months would do something so loving to make me feel a little more at home gave me goose bumps. It was a good night.

Victor and I met up on Saturday afternoon and he took me out to a Japanese restaurant where we shared great food as well as great conversation. I proceeded to then kick it at my house, as I knew it would be my last calm night for a while.

I woke up Sunday and warmed up my cold pizza I had asked my host dad to save for me, which he found extremely bizarre, and then met my friend Brittney (exchange student in Beauvais) as she was meeting some of her exchange students in Paris to explore the catacombs. Her friends turned out to be amazing, and we proceeded to have an equally amazing day. First was the catacombs where we joked about the excess of bones and bone dust and were loud to the chagrin of Anna. After winding our way through over a mile of dark, bone infested, underground tunnel, we emerged to a gorgeous day. While walking by an outdoor market street, we had the wonderful idea to have a picnic. In true French fashion, this picnic consisted of two bottles of wine, 10 euros worth of cheese, chicken and 4 baguettes. We ate in a beautiful park all scrunched on a bench and reveled in our Frenchness. Some of us (and although I’m not going to name any names, I’ll specify that it wasn’t me) reveled a wee bit too much in the wine aspect of the Frenchness for our own good, which provided some entertainment for the rest of us during the remainder of the day, which consisted of exploring the famous cemetery Père Lachaise and spending some quality time in a café. So, Leah, Anna, Taylor, and Brittney, thank you guys so much for one of the most amazing Parisian days I’ve had.

Have I emphasized enough how thankful I am for the church I am a part of? On Monday night, three of my best friends from the church, Paul, Taro, and Andrew threw a little birthday celebration for me. Taro brought a cake with 19 candles, “not enough” according to one of Paul’s roommates. This was my second inadvertent compliment about my apparent age this weekend, the other coming at the catacombs where I was carded to see if I was under 26 so I could qualify for the youth price. We had some aperitifs there, then meandered over to Chez Justine where we had an incredible dinner filled with wine, laughter, and good food. These are some of the most amazing guys I’ve ever met, and again I was so touched by their efforts to make my birthday away from home special. So, Taro, Paul, and Andrew, thank you guys so much.

Well that wraps up this week in review. I leave Friday for my seven day bus trip through Southern France and Spain, which I cannot stop thinking about. So I don’t know when my next blog will be up, but it will be filled (hopefully) with adventurous stories and glorious pictures.

Much Love,

Brent

Life In General

Last Friday I went to a party with Andrew and a lot of English (as in British) teaching assistants. Being with assistants is fun…after I get through the awkward introduction phase that typically goes like this.
Them: “So where are you an assistant at?”
Me: “well, umm, actually…”
Andrew: (in a mocking tone) “tell ‘em Brent”
Me: “like, I’m actually in high school, I’m an exchange student with Rotary”
Them: “so wait, you’re like the kids I teach right?”
After that gets over it’s all good, and talking to British people is a preferred hobby of mine, because their accent makes me laugh, and they are all uber-nice.

After getting up for Handball for the 3rd to last time, I met my friends Guillaume and Marine to do some shopping for “Les Soldes” where the price on everything is basically cut in half, but as it’s been going on since Christmas there isn’t much selection anymore. They had to leave so I met up with some exchange students, Monica and Melanie, and we, well I can’t remember exactly what we did, but I do remember getting Ben and Jerry’s, although I was pretty upset they didn’t have Phish food. That night I went to a party with some kids in my Français class that I have with the Premieres (aka Juniors). We listened to metal, they smoked illegal substances, and we laughed a lot.

I went and saw L’île aux tresors on Wednesday (Treasure Island) which is a French movie based on the book, and I came to realize French movies based on English books aren’t very good.

This weekend was grrrrreat like Frosted Flakes. Andrew and I hung out again. We made some food at his place then went to a party chez Tina (girl from church/AUP).

I’d like to preliminarily thank Rotary, Bokoff Kaplan, and Facebook for Saturday. A couple of weeks ago, a Rotary exchange student who is near Marseilles, who I met on the plane coming to France, sent me a Facebook message saying she was going to be in Paris and that her parents wanted to take me out to lunch. Obviously, I said yes. It was amazing to see her and talk to her, as I’ve said a billion times, exchange students have these weird connections and so get along swimmingly without problem. Her host parents are also some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. This statement is demonstrated by the fact that they first invited me, a random person they’ve never met before to lunch, which they paid for, then paid for me to come to the Louvre with them, then paid for my drink with them at a café after, then told me they would write a letter to my Rotary if I ever wanted to spend a weekend in the Midi. It was an amazing time, thanks Allie!

Afterwards, I met up with Victor, where we proceeded to buy some ridiculously expensive tickets to a movie (as the theatre decided it was way to cool to take our bus passes, that usually give us discounts, because it was Saturday), then ran quickly to get some MacDo, and ran back to get a seat in the theatre. We got back a little later than we wanted too, and the theatre was a little smaller then we expected, so we ended up having to sit in the front row. I’m just glad the movie was in English (it was The Illusionist, which I really liked) or else I would have destroyed my eyesight trying to read the subtitles and seeing what was happening on the screen. It being a beautiful night, we decided to go for a walk along the Seine. I think I’ve said this numerous times, but I’m so thankful to have him as a friend. He is one of the most genuinely kind people I’ve ever met, and our conversations flow so smoothly. We just talked, sat by the Seine drinking beer, and walked. It was amazing.

I told myself Sunday was going to be a kick-it day because I was going to watch the Super Bowl that night, but laying around all day seemed less attractive then at first thought, and since it was the first Sunday of the month (and thus all museums free) I couldn’t justify staying at home. Oh, and it was gorgeous weather outside (completely opposite of today, where it SNOWED!). But I went to the Musée de l’Orangerie, the impressionist museum, which was cool, but I had to wait in like for like 30 minutes…BOO. Afterwards it was still beautiful out so I went and sat in a chair by the fountain in the Tuileries garden (the one by the Louvre), stared at the stars, and had some self-reflexion time.

After my self-reflexion time was Home Group, where we made Taco Salad and had a great discussion about Sin. Justin took me out to coffee afterwards (before the game started) and we had a great talk. Then we returned to the apartment for the big game, where 4 other guys from church came over to watch. Despite not having commercials, being humorously commentated in French, not being able to cheer (not that I cared about the teams anyways) because of a newborn baby sleeping, and the fact that the game ended at 4:30 AM and I had to be to school by 8, it was amazing. There’s something comforting and American about watching football that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (or maybe that was the beer I had). I somehow managed to get up in the morning and not fall asleep at school through the help of caffeine. To counter my 3 hours of sleep the night before, I went to bed at 8:30 that night. Oh man that felt good.

I am 19 tomorrow.

Brent

oh, and if you want to see pictures from

a. the muddy football game, as I heard the link didn't work...go here

b. random pictures from christmas break till now...go here

Mud

After several failed plans of playing American football with guys from Vintage, this last Sunday we got our act together and met up to play in front of Les Invalides in Paris. There were 10 guys: 5 Americans, 2 Frenchmen, a German, an Australian, and a Kiwi, all joined together to play America’s vulgarization of ‘real football.’ As luck, fate, or God, would have it, it began raining basically the second we started explaining the rules. It rained quite hard. The French “football” players on the other grass fields at Les Invalides left when the rain started, but we, as hardcore as we were/are, stayed. What took place constitutes the greatest hour or two of fun I’ve had since I’ve been in Paris. I was either smiling or laughing out-loud the entire time. There’s something about the combined effects of having no traction whatsoever, not really being able to feel your hands, falling every time you start to move, and being completely soaked in water and mud that takes a friendly game of football from fun to ridicu-fun. After a good amount of time playing football, and a short banana break, we turned the tables on the Americans and switched to playing Rugby.

Obviously, playing rugby favored the French guy who played for Harvard, the other French guy who played a pretty high level club rugby, and those from the southern hemisphere (Paul and Garth) who, although never playing on teams, played it at school like we play football or baseball. Rugby is amazingly tiring. It’s also tiring on my brain when I constantly have to tell myself to stay behind the ball as opposed to in front of it. No matter my problems with the strategy or flow of the game, Rugby was just as fun as football, if not more, as it was full contact (we just played flag football, but even that was basically full contact, as there’s no way you can really stop forward movement in the wet mud). Also, by the time we started playing Rugby, we had in effect completely destroyed the field we were playing on. There was no grass to be seen. I’m glad the cops didn’t come by, although we could always claim ignorance and say that we neither saw nor comprehended the sign that said “no ball games on the grass.”

We were the center of every passer-by’s attention. People came up on the grass and took pictures of us. Every person that passed by stared at us thinking “what in the name of Jacques Chirac is going on over here.” My favorite was when the Open Tour bus passed by with tourists all on the seats on top, and they cheered for us.

After we had worn ourselves out completely, I was in the predicament of “what do I do with my mud-caked body/clothes before I go to a birthday party in a few hours.” I was without the option of returning home, as I didn’t see me waltzing into the apartment saying “heyyyyy host mom, you got some laundry to do, and here, while I’m at it, I’m going to track mud all over your floor” so I had to ask Andrew (good friend, English teacher) if I could shower at his house and if he would wash my clothes. Which he did, thanks Andrew!!

I went to the birthday party with no socks, wet shoes, and a wet jacket. I was cold. More so when I had to wait outside a metro station for about 40 minutes before all my friends got there. I could barely move most parts of my body. I was cold. I wanted to go home and sleep. So I did.
And that’s my story. My weeks been pretty good besides that, had a rotary lunch Sunday, grabbed a beer with Andrew Tuesday, saw the movie Bobby Wednesday with Leo (brazilian exchange student), and I highly recommend it. Yesterday I got my Christmas presents (finally) as my friend Nikki brought them from FoCo for me. Yay!

Also, today there was a revolution in my life. I realized my Professeur Principale (head teacher) doesn’t hate me. In our lab she was talking to people about what they were doing next year, about which Prepas they want to do (Math, Math/Physics, etc, the French higher education is really complicated), and I told her I was going to just take Chemistry, because it’s my favorite. She said she’s noticed that (obviously sarcastic) so I got to talk to her again about how I don’t understand because I’ve never really taken it etc, and she was like “ya since you don’t have the same base it’s probably like reading Chinese for you.” My head response was “Wait what, you are being understanding, where did that come from??!! Then I started talking to her about what I really was going to do next year, and kind of explained the American education system to her. She said, to my complete surprise, that she was going to give me her email so that I could fill her in from time to time on how I was doing. Wow. That’s all I can say. Things are looking up people. She doesn’t hate me.

The end.

Brent

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