Well, what if I do?

So today Pierre and I were separated the entire time and it was almost like before he came, except that they were, in reality, still here and everyone was asking about him.

My French teacher hectically threw a few random activities together for this week, depending on how long they stay so today we saw an art show from mostly the younger kids, and then went to a restaurant for ice cream. I've been eating ice cream a lot this week.

I like that through this I'm also making American friends and they're all older and make fun of me, even if I'm not actually twelve (hough I occasionally act it). And I don't know if I've talked about the best French girl ever, but her name is Edith (said like Ed-eet) and I want to steal her... I'm creepy. She's a senior and probably doesn't even hit 4'11 in height, but she's adorably sweet and has the cutest accent everrrr. I wish I could've gotten her, and I know that's bad to say since I have Pierre and she probably thinks I'm crazy for always wanting to talk to her, but I FEEL A DEEP CONNECTION BETWEEN OUR SOULS.

After we got home Pierre, Dana and I sat near the door of his room and I practiced my horrid French, and it was embarrassing even if he was very kind and only obviously flinched once. I'll miss him, too, I guess. ;]


Something I forgot to mention: The students are leaving tomorrow! They're finally getting a flight out of America and... I don't know how to feel. LIFE IS SO DIFFICULT. CAPITALS.
Listening pleasure: Giving Up