Right now im at school, in the library, being hella paranoid that I'll get caught blogging. My mood is so-so, my day was so-so.
So yesterday after school I had a meeting with my home room teacher, math teacher, and my host mom to talk about how im doing and shit. They said that they could see I have progressed and stuff, but the french teacher said I should try speaking in class. Ya see I would and all.. If I knew what the hell she was saying. Dang, how am I suppose to try and answer the question, if I dont know what it is, and dont even have the slightest idea about what shes talking about?
My host parents are kinda getting on my nerve as well... So I pulled my hamstring, and I was suppose to get one of those ACE bandages yesterday, but my host mom was like no, we will wait till you see the doctor. And Im like, why am I seeing the doctor again? And she told me I needed a note so I wouldnt have to do PE and shit...cause seriously I hate the doctor, hes hella crazy, but apparently these french people rely on the doctors hella.
So Im like allright, I will see the doctor to get the note, fine fine. So then yesterday night, I was talking to my host dad, and hes like yeah, your going to the doctor tomorrow. Im like..mmhmm, great, sure, whatever. And hes like, hopefully he will do you well, the doctor is great, and you should be able to play on Sunday! Im like...wait wait wait..sunday? Seriously..I am soooo not playing. Hell no, it will not heal that fast, and I am soo not risking it. I think Ceciles dad just wants the best though, and he really loves soccer, so he proabably wants to watch or something.
So for all of you alamedians, remember kids, the doctors are crazy, the people are crazy, and make sure you know what your getting yourself into. I think thats my moral for the day, and I really hope soccer is only one season.
Miss you all..
And Tap X...
Toomies...
Ultimate...etc.
So yesterday after school I had a meeting with my home room teacher, math teacher, and my host mom to talk about how im doing and shit. They said that they could see I have progressed and stuff, but the french teacher said I should try speaking in class. Ya see I would and all.. If I knew what the hell she was saying. Dang, how am I suppose to try and answer the question, if I dont know what it is, and dont even have the slightest idea about what shes talking about?
My host parents are kinda getting on my nerve as well... So I pulled my hamstring, and I was suppose to get one of those ACE bandages yesterday, but my host mom was like no, we will wait till you see the doctor. And Im like, why am I seeing the doctor again? And she told me I needed a note so I wouldnt have to do PE and shit...cause seriously I hate the doctor, hes hella crazy, but apparently these french people rely on the doctors hella.
So Im like allright, I will see the doctor to get the note, fine fine. So then yesterday night, I was talking to my host dad, and hes like yeah, your going to the doctor tomorrow. Im like..mmhmm, great, sure, whatever. And hes like, hopefully he will do you well, the doctor is great, and you should be able to play on Sunday! Im like...wait wait wait..sunday? Seriously..I am soooo not playing. Hell no, it will not heal that fast, and I am soo not risking it. I think Ceciles dad just wants the best though, and he really loves soccer, so he proabably wants to watch or something.
So for all of you alamedians, remember kids, the doctors are crazy, the people are crazy, and make sure you know what your getting yourself into. I think thats my moral for the day, and I really hope soccer is only one season.
Miss you all..
And Tap X...
Toomies...
Ultimate...etc.
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