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So feeling like shit remains. Yesterday I didn't even end up going to my dance class, I really don't think my body could have handled it, but the exercise would have made me happy. Then I went home at 11:45 not having eaten since noon expecting a cold dinner to be waiting for me because I had texted my host mom to save it because she said she would do that for me on tuesday nights. Well, two weeks agao or so was the first time I discovered that I didn't have dance class because of the student strike happening in France. So I stayed out late with Lisa and forgot about the dinner and came home having already eaten. So ok my host mom served it to me the next day. I don't care it was really good. The next tuesday I went home for dinner at the normal time because the striek was still going. However we found out that sports activities were continuing so this tuesday I was planning on going. I texted my host mom to save me dinner. Well, I didn't go to class but I stayed out chilling with Lisa and got home about the time I probably would have gotten home from dance. There was a salad on the table, just lettuce is the traditional french salad, a half small circle of chees and the bread loafs. Yeah, talk about feeling forgotten when I can't even really communicate with anybody else because I can't access my email. I think htat this actually was a product of this past weekend, which I think ended up being a total miscommunication and she thinks I'm an ungrateful bitch. Ok so what is happening is this. The program stipulates that I am supposed to eat only five dinners a week with the family. So I never expect to have lunch and dinner with them on the weekends. Well, apparently she expects me. So on the weekend I have to tell her that I am not going to have lunch or dinner, because I still feel bad when I do. Anyway Saturday afternoon I swear I said, "Je vais déjeuner chez Lisa mais je rentrerai pour diner demain." Well I came home in time for dinner after having spent the entire day studying at Lisa's and low and behold my host mom serves me what they had for lunch as if she had prepared it for me, like the dinner that I had forgotten to eat. I was soooo confused and thought maybe she was just serving me leftovers. I don't know it stresses me out.

Oh and I sprained my ankle again last night on the walk home. GAAAAHHHHH