So, it's the end, or the very near the end end and I find myself thinking. "Wow Jane, thinking, don't overreach yourself!" Or should I say "Janie" as my friends at good ol' JCI have taken to calling me, thus the wonderful name change on facebook for those of you who have facebook and were a little "is Jane going insane?" Donc, here is a photo of Jess and me that I love and wanted to share with you!! I felt immensely cheery when I first looked at this photo so I want to try and "share" that feeling with you before I launch into my blog. So, hopefully it worked. Here goes:
I feel like being near the end it's the time to "tell all" and be completely honest about stuff that I've kind of held inside. So, for starters I always felt insecure until now about the fact that I blogged so much and Emma so little. I always felt like Emma's absence from Canada (meaning her lack of communication with Canada) meant that she was having a better time than me and I didn't want to think that way. But now I feel like so much happens to me (thank you everyone for making it happen, je suis blessed) and if I didn't blog the way I do I would forget most of it and so I feel like my blogging is justified and I can sleep peacefully at night. On that sleeping note, since Morocco I have slept through entire nights and I no longer wake up seven bajillion times and toss and turn for hours!! Wonderful breakthrough, I just wished it had happened early because I am feeling way less tired and very energetic and positive, except for Friday morning because I went to bed way too late for my own good! Ah well. Things happen.
Now, just a quick chick note: They still are not born!! I think they are doing this just to spite me, oh we know how much Jane wants to see us and love us and ooh and aah over us so we are going to refrain from being born just to make her sad =( it's really a good thing that I have other things to occupy my time. Now, on to the other things.
Today is my first soccer game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am really excited because at 1 o'clock today we have a rendezvous at the Hippodrome (where I practice and some of the matchs are held) and then at 3 o'clock we play in Morremoiron (sorry I am not sure of the spelling) about an hour away from Cavaillon. Superbe!! Anyhow, that is not all -I have a soccer tournament on Tuesday too, all day and there is no school and apparently there is a party at Jenny's Monday night and then Wednesday I am heading to Avignon afterschool with Kayla and maybe meeting up with Madysin (Do you remember her? I blogged about her, she was the one Alex and I shared a room with in Paris, I didn't know where she was going near Avignon but it turns out that she is in Avignon so I invited her to our Wednesday shop and see the bridge day so maybe I shall get another chance to see her. Who knows. All together it has been a good week ending and yesterday's three hour history class was quite interesting.....
Yesterday we had an Auswichtz (sp?) survivor who is 85 years old come in and talk about his whole being in the concentration camp experience. He also told us about the time he had to kill a friend because he was dying and it would take about 24 hours of suffering so he had to put him out of his misery. Some parts I didn't understand but for the most part I did and it was really interesting. He showed us the ink number on his arm from his days there and then explained about the daily routine and all sorts of horror stories and how he was upset because not one of the movies made today accurately represents the camps, it is all really glorified and inaccurate and that makes him upset. He also went on about how disgusting English porridge was (the first meal he had when the Allies rescued him) but how nice the sugar in it was, and then he kept pointing at us and saying Canadians rescued me, Canadians like your Canadian comrades and making everyone turn around and stare at us and Kayla and I started laughing and giggling (you know the way you do when you are really nervous? Well it was like that) -not good. The lunch was also pretty good too for a change, porc and potatoes (although the recent lack of veggies at lunch has been disturbing) and then we had music class, my second last in France and in highschool since I quit music. It was crazy. First, Kayla and I were in a crazy mood so we drew all over each others arms (playing tic tac toe on our hands as well) and then we taught Simon the whole This is his face game, you know the one where you write this on your fingers, a face on the palm of your hand and then scribbles on the palm of your other hand? Well, Simon understood after awhile but thought we were insane because we were laughing so hard we were crying and then I accidently drew the face on Kayla's hand upside down so I changed it to be nostrils (the two lines that were eyes) and the mouthline became the egg shaped head (the head ressembled mr. potato head in the end) and I added a body and it was really ugly and crazy. Then when we had to stand up and sing this guy started waving his lighter around to the slow songs which made Kayla and I delirious (before he stopped and got in trouble) and then Max, who has a sweater that is covered with zippers that you can unzip -thus taking apart his sweater, spent the rest of the class fighting to keep his sweater on as Bastien and Simon spent the time trying to get it off, and pissing the hell out of the guy sitting in front of me who had the lighter because he was not in a good mood =( oh well, I was in an excellent one. THEN, because of the stupid train strikes (I'll love the TTC for the rest of my life) I was stuck at school for three and a half hours after my classes ended so I hung out with Jamie and we compared all the stuff that had changed with our families and friends in Canada while we were gone and we were quiet for a minute with awe because honestly? You may not realize it because your living it but so much has changed in such a short time. Already:
1 - Emma's rat Ice Cream died
2 - My one friend now has a boyfriend (finally, that took nine million years)
3 - My sister's boyfriends family met my family and now I am going to meet them, which means that they are serious (which I kind of already knew).
4 - My little sister got bumped up to a AA hockey team (I think, still not sure) AND changed schools.
5 - My ANCIENT sister auditioned for universities which means shes growing up, which is weird because this is her last year "at home."
6 - My dog has gone from normal sized to anorexic as my family -traitors- got her clipped.
So, just a little dose of what has changed at home while I am gone, there is more but my craptastic memory can't remember any more for the moment. Nowing me it will probably come back to haunt me at later moments in my life and I shall be like, oh yeah that was what changed, better yet, soon I shall be living the change. Oh yeah, my other friend is also now running for President of the student council. Weird.
Anyway, thats all I have to share with you this morning. I'm now going to go shower and indulge myself with some trashy magazines courtesy of ma mère and then think about soccer soccer soccer which is soon soon soon. Speaking of soon, Canada is soon and the more I think about it the more I feel confused and weird and uncertain about it.
ciaobella,
Jane
