Pretty interesting day...
So it was my first day of vaca right, and so my mom had the bright idea to come into my room around 6:30 am to tell me i'd be late for school if i didn't get up. That felt great. I dragged myself outta bed around 7:oo am anyways cuz my bro and dad were making too much noise (they're the most discreet people ever when climbing up, or down, the stairs, and my bro has a propension to forget about being silent when calling the dog). So then until 8:00 am i ate, though there was nothing good to eat (on fait ac les moyens du bords, genre "camembert sur toast", c plutot bon :P). And then... work. On the first freaking day of vaca. Why? Cuz i had a bac blanc d'oral in french that afternoon at 2:00pm. Oh, and before that, i had a math lesson scheduled at school, just to "round up the year" (that's how Mr. D put it). So i ate a sandwich around 11:20 am, finished it at 11:45 am, left at 12:00. Few, i wasn't late for the math lesson. Tic tac tic tac tic tac, at 1:00 pm, my math teacher still wasn't there; he arrived and said he was sorry, and all the anger at dragging ourselves to the lycee once more for math melted, cuz despite his mean manners, we're all fond of him. As he said himself: "je suis mechant, mais j'aide les eleves". And it's so true. I'm gonna miss having him actually. He told us though that he was going to take a terminale S next year, and i SOOOOO wish it will be ours. Anyways, right after he left i started stressing about the french oral that would be in half an hour. My delegue had the bright idea to come and talk to me and explain my french :P. Always feels good to have a guy teaching you stuff with his leg on the bench right in front of you (fo bien en profiter hein...?). So then I entered the room for the oral, and came out 50 minutes later with a 13 outta 20. It was exactly 2:53 pm, and I had to meet J. and C. at St Ger in front of the church. So I sped from the F buildings to the bus stop by the chateau, and caught the bus of 2:56 pm. I'm PROUD! I get in the bus, and I see Polux, and then i tell myself it'd be stupid not to talk to him. So i sit at the back in front of him (u know how the BC's places are arranged at the back), and we start chatting. Basically he was coming back from a party in Chambourcy, and had a bag with beers and a sleeping bag on top. And then this old guy comes up from a stop and sits next to Polux. We were just talking about our vacation, and the guy started listening to our conversation and looking at us in turn. Polux noticed, so did I, and he started looking at him at different intervals, like "what the f are you looking at us for". To top it all, the guy started mewing (is that how you call the noise cats make?) and purring. Polux couldn't help it, he started laughing, and so did i, but both silently. I honestly thought he was crazy, so i tried to stifle my laugh, fearing his reaction. Finally we arrived at our stop. I let this old lady get down before me, but she turned around to look at my V-neck shirt (suggests more than it shows really), looking shocked. Anyways, to top it all, J., C. and i had to wait for the 6:48 pm showing of Harry Potter 3 instead of 4:00 pm, cuz there were too many people. And so in order to have good places we ended up being first in the line and had to wait an hour and a half to get in. Plus, i thought the movie was getting too far away from the book, so i didn't enjoy it as much as the first two ones. Bref. Great first day of vaca. And it's not done yet, it's all only starting.
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