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Well in 2 hours and 40 minutes I leave my house for the airport. At five minutes to 8 our plane leaves for France. France! yay! Woohoo! Except not. I really should be excited, but I'm not, not even remotely.
It's not that I DON'T want to go, it's just that I don't WANT to go. (Yes, there is a subtle difference). My major concerns are the following:
1. I am seriously worried that I'm never going to finish my spanish summer reading. I've read about 25 of the 100 required pages and it is taking me F O R E V E R ! ! ! Yes, I can work on it in France, but carrying around an enormous spanish-English dictionary all the time is not going to be fun, plus I need a desk or something desk-like to get the reading done most effectively (since I have to annotate the book 'n' all).
2. When I come back from France, I have one day and then preseason starts. Ten days after that school starts. WHERE DID MY SUMMER GO????? Not that I don't want to go back to school, just that I feel like, as usual, I got nothing done this summer and once school starts I won't accomplish anything because I'll be drowning in work and fatigue. *Sigh*
3. I have no interest in going to France at all. I don't speak the language, I don't know the culture and there's nothing there that I want to see. And we're going to be spending several days in Paris, which can only mean one thing: museums. I don't think it's possible to put into words just how much I hate museums. Hate doesn't even describe it. Loathe. Detest. Hmmm...I'm out of synonyms. Oh well, you get the point. Not to mention that museums in France mean REALLY REALLY REALLY long lines in REALLY REALLY REALLY hot weather, two things I'm not looking forward to.
Last year when we went to Ireland I had a good time and all, but after going to Peru the year before and Greece the year before that, both of which were places I requested we go to, Ireland was kind of a let down. It was my dad's idea, since I couldn't think of anyplace else I wanted to go that they were willing to take me ("How bout Australia?" "Too far away. Too expensive." "What about China?" "See previous answer.") and my mom is pretty much happy to go anywhere. I liked Ireland but it was kind of boring because I didn't have very much interest in it at all. I was interested in seeing castles, actually, but most of the ones we saw turned out to be pretty sad looking. France is even more extreme. I don't know whose idea it was, but I have no interest in going there at all. Zero zippo zilch. I'm sure I'll like it, but I'll probably have the same reaction as last year: "So honey did you have fun?" "Yeah...but there was nothing I wanted to see, so I didn't see anything I wanted to see."
*Sigh*
I feel like such a spoiled brat, saying all this. You guys probably think I'm an absolute idiot for not wanting to go to France. Maybe it's because summer's almost over. I bet if we were going earlier in the year I wouldn't be so unexcited. Ah well. I'm not complaining, just not excited either.
*sigh*
See you in 12 days!
Love,
Maura the Explora
It's not that I DON'T want to go, it's just that I don't WANT to go. (Yes, there is a subtle difference). My major concerns are the following:
1. I am seriously worried that I'm never going to finish my spanish summer reading. I've read about 25 of the 100 required pages and it is taking me F O R E V E R ! ! ! Yes, I can work on it in France, but carrying around an enormous spanish-English dictionary all the time is not going to be fun, plus I need a desk or something desk-like to get the reading done most effectively (since I have to annotate the book 'n' all).
2. When I come back from France, I have one day and then preseason starts. Ten days after that school starts. WHERE DID MY SUMMER GO????? Not that I don't want to go back to school, just that I feel like, as usual, I got nothing done this summer and once school starts I won't accomplish anything because I'll be drowning in work and fatigue. *Sigh*
3. I have no interest in going to France at all. I don't speak the language, I don't know the culture and there's nothing there that I want to see. And we're going to be spending several days in Paris, which can only mean one thing: museums. I don't think it's possible to put into words just how much I hate museums. Hate doesn't even describe it. Loathe. Detest. Hmmm...I'm out of synonyms. Oh well, you get the point. Not to mention that museums in France mean REALLY REALLY REALLY long lines in REALLY REALLY REALLY hot weather, two things I'm not looking forward to.
Last year when we went to Ireland I had a good time and all, but after going to Peru the year before and Greece the year before that, both of which were places I requested we go to, Ireland was kind of a let down. It was my dad's idea, since I couldn't think of anyplace else I wanted to go that they were willing to take me ("How bout Australia?" "Too far away. Too expensive." "What about China?" "See previous answer.") and my mom is pretty much happy to go anywhere. I liked Ireland but it was kind of boring because I didn't have very much interest in it at all. I was interested in seeing castles, actually, but most of the ones we saw turned out to be pretty sad looking. France is even more extreme. I don't know whose idea it was, but I have no interest in going there at all. Zero zippo zilch. I'm sure I'll like it, but I'll probably have the same reaction as last year: "So honey did you have fun?" "Yeah...but there was nothing I wanted to see, so I didn't see anything I wanted to see."
*Sigh*
I feel like such a spoiled brat, saying all this. You guys probably think I'm an absolute idiot for not wanting to go to France. Maybe it's because summer's almost over. I bet if we were going earlier in the year I wouldn't be so unexcited. Ah well. I'm not complaining, just not excited either.
*sigh*
See you in 12 days!
Love,
Maura the Explora