Monday, August 23, 2010

L'école et Chrissa

First of all, Sandrine got a new blog.
Second of all, Chrissa was having a crisis- she wanted a tent. She kind-of started rolling on the floor and I wasn't sure if she was laughing or crying. She told me she was practicing her hip-hop routine for danceline. Mon dieu! Je pense pas!
I talked to her and told her that she would most definitely not be sharing a tent with me.
"Je comprends!" She replied, in that annoying American accent. I still cannot get over how horrific her French "r" sound sounds....
It's Chrissa we are talking about, so I wasn't sure if she got my point. To emphasize, I pointed to the pink tent. She said it was too bright. I told her to get over it. She agreed that she would. Hopefully. If I'm lucky...
Enough about Sandrine and Chrissa! The first day of school was today! I had a fairly decent day, except for the shocker of the century...
I got to take Algebra I this year because of my grades and intelligence. I walked into that classroom, looked around, and almost fainted. Ashley and Mia were in there. To be honest, I had no idea that they had the grades. Ashley seems so materialistic and self-absorbed while Mia is just totally oblivious to everything but her hair. I questioned Ashley, and I guess my honesty offended her. She thought I was "insulting" her intelligence. I wasn't insulting it; I was just confused as to why she was in a high school credited course. Mia, well, she didn't understand when I asked her...
It turns out that Ashley is a straight-A student. Unlike Alyson.

Today in Spanish class, we had to choose Spanish names and I was stuck being Julieta because the best ones were taken. Confession time- even if there were good names still available by the time the teacher got to me, I probably wouldn't have been able to choose then anyway. I'd much rather stick with my real name, merci beaucoup.
It was funny, though, because the teacher let Liz's name be Queso. I didn't know what that meant until, hey, I realized it was Liz. She told me if she took French, her French name would have been Fromage. We then began to talk about cheese and she said that she wants to have two daughters and name them Colby and Brie, since those are kinds of cheese and real people names at the same time.

This, mes amis, will be a long year...

~Sabine

2 comments:

Sophie Amélie said...

LOL, Liz! She is quite the character! I'm not really sure whether I should be proud to live in the same city that she's from or embarrassed. :/

Of course, there's Colby and Brie and then there's Cammie and Bert. Get it? Camembert!

Julieta isn't so bad. I'd probably slip up and start pronouncing the J like we are used to, though. But even "Hulieta" isn't so bad.

-Sophie

Emily said...

That's rough, hopefully it gets better or turns out to not be so bad. I like the name Colby for a girl, but paired with Brie it's way too much!

Emily