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
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
3 comments:
You are a filthy man. And one I greatly admire. Your filth and general courteous attitude make even my less filthy days appear more courteous.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Brent,
Hope you have a great day.
Oh - and by the way - another spelling tip: reflection is spelled like this - not reflexion.
Thought you'd want to know,
Love Mom
Hi Brent, Uncle Bruce here, I enjoy your writing. Hope you are growing from this experience since it seems to have it's trials. Not exactly a vacation. Sorry I haven't commented lately. If you are ever in Brampton and would like to be abused in French or English please call me, 905-458-9166. I am applying for a new school this week and next as all of the Positions of Junior Responsibility are up for grabs every three years in our School Board. If you want to catch adam playing guitar, see you tube milesadam, he's got over a thousand hits on one, which is way more than I could ever have visited the site alone. Nana moved downstairs in her retirement home. She is very happy there. Happy Birthday Brent. Love Bruce and Evelyne PS Melanie and I went to see the Night at the Museum. It was fun. Evelyne and I watched the Illusionist, we liked it too. Nice twisty ending.
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