I Swear I Speak English

When Valérie informed me that the English exchange students would be taking a trip to Caen near the end of the stay and had extended the offer to me, I jumped at the chance.  (Well, more exactly, I did a little jig.)  After getting excused from my two classes that Friday, it was set.  Now all I had to do was board a bus with 31 kids I didn’t know and three adults who I ate lunch with once.

We all spoke English and French, right?  We at least had that in common?

Lycée Mort

Here you go!  My first ever video blog!  Let's hope all the stares and ribbing I got while filming were worth it.  I apologize in advance for any rambling, nonsense, or strange facial expressions I make during the course of this video; sometimes I'm not responsible for my face.

It's Not Just Me!

Because I’ve done a horrible job keeping up with my life so far — I blame actually living life, and then relaxing from it, and, believe me, I need an excuse not to write — I’ll try from now on to post whenever something interesting happens, or a particularly profound thought sprouts in my head.  That puts less pressure on me to “catch up,” and therefore I feel less of the stress which makes me want to write less.  I will post “flashbacks” to the vacations I have yet to relate, so don’t worry; there will be ample opportunities to laugh at the troubles into which I’ve gotten myself.

So.