Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Sais-tu les kangourous?

We (Suzie, Cam, Viv and I) missed our flight from Paris to Lyon, despite our plane arriving in Paris on time, but thanks to an extremely friendly Parisian (the stereotype couldn’t be further from the truth) we got another flight an hour later. But brightside: that gave us enough time to ask for a hot chocolate in French at this pretty classy cafe type thing at the airport (Je voudrais un chocolat chaud s'il vous plait.) and we only got laughed at a little bit! Hot chocolates in France are kinda bitter but in an awesome way, if you were wondering.

Miam miam?

Suzie got stuck in a bathroom cubicle and we had a hard time figuring out the cleaner’s instructions on which way to turn the handle.


I speak French (slowly and badly) all the time!

The French, to my initial confusion, drive on the wrong side of the road (though I have always thought that ‘keep right’ sounds much more logical than ‘keep left’).

I admit to the fact that having a sense of superiority is probably the best feeling in the world, especially when you’re being talked to like a ‘special’ three year old (though I’d cry if they talked to me in any other way) for most of the day. Basically, English class is legen-wait-for-it-and-I-hope-you’re-not-lactose-intolerant-‘cause-the-next-word-is-DA(I)RY. Also: French kids are amazing at English. They're having a debate about the death penalty in English next lesson. As is the teacher. I thought she was English until told otherwise.

When I told a group of French people (in French!) that I not only had a kangaroo in my backyard but that I ride it and that I brought it to France in my suitcase they believed me. (Though another group of French people who were shamelessly eavesdropping were snickering.)

Apparently the French love to skip work and chill in the city waving flags for no particular reason.

School is hard in France. Seriously. They have four hour tests every week. They don’t talk. At all. Hushed whispers when they’re feeling rebellious. And everyone actually works! And does their homework. EVERYONE. Also they have blackboards! Fully equiped with chalk!

Lyon is stunning. But more (read: pictures) on that later.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

ahhh rad!
it sounds amazing!
im glad you're keeping this blog so i can keep up to date with everything!
holy shizzza four tests though,
that would killll me!
do you have to do them?

Anonymous said...

cool classroom!!
four hour tests :|
this is tres entertaining can you come online soon and do webcam with u and ariane i miss her
pls post a photo of both of you!! i miss you guys

Anonymous said...

ahhhh loved the kangaroo thing rad :) gotta love that stereotype haha

i see you conviniently forgot to mention the fact that everyone at the airport and on the planes were calling you 'madame'... ok maybe not everyone... but enough ppl to make it funny :P

love the blog keep it up x viv c

Anonymous said...

OMG!!! I Wish i was there!!!
i feel excited as i read your blog, im glad your having a great time. Keep posting, have fun for me cuz i was gonna go on exchange, but mum decided she was too busy to sign forms and thought Japan would be easier to organize. wtf, i know rite? "they whisper if they are feeling rebelious!" hahaha!
Viv told me she gets shouted at by teachers...why?
when you talk and doodle in class, does all the french kids think ur hardcore?

Anonymous said...

wtfff rad i read EVERYTHING here

probs best blog ive ever read man ahaha


nahh but serioulsy, sounds sick hope your having a great time lucky biatchhh!!

lolve youuuuu xx