Rebecca can't feel her fingers anymore.
The weather forecast on CNN International says that a cold front is moving across Europe, and believe me, Rebecca is feeling it. I don't think it's been this cold here since December, if ever. And I know it has never been this cold in Louisiana, at least not in my lifetime.
Snow was predicted for yesterday, which gave me fantasies of snowball fights the entire town blanketed in white. But there was no snow yesterday, just a lot of wind. It was still cold today, although it wasn't quite as bad since the sun came out. Maybe the sunshine is one reason why I caught so off-guard during lunch. Halfway through another gross cafeteria meal (it was a pile of beans and a piece of sausage so oily that oil literally spurted out when I pierced it with my fork), I happened to look out the window. What I saw made me nudge Sarah and point. "Sarah, what is that? Out there, do you see it? That white stuff falling from the sky, what is that?"
That's right, the first time Rebecca saw snow, she didn't even recognize it. But neither did Sarah, since she's used to the big snowflakes of Beijing, not these light, tiny ones that disappeared as soon as they hit the ground. I stood at the window and watched it for as long as I could, but it only lasted a few minutes. At least my first reaction to snow was a bit better than Scout Finch's.
After lunch Sarah and I went to the library, which we do every Wednesday. First we walked to Nakeisha's room to borrow the key to her gate, because it's much quicker getting to the library by her gate (we borrow it from her every Wednesday, and in return we check her out a movie from the library). But Nakeisha wasn't in her room, so we walked back to the main building and left through the front gate. We were almost to the library when Sarah realized that she had forgotten her card and I had forgotten the disc of the DVD I checked out last week (I had only brought the case, which was empty). So we walked all the way back to the school, picked up the things we had forgotten, and left for the library again. I spent the whole time saying, "Jesus, it's cold," to which Sarah always replied, "You do not know what is cold. You come to Beijing, you will know." That maybe true, but I told Sarah she doesn't know hot until she comes to Louisiana in June to August.
An American French teacher visited the school yesterday; he's from a prep school in Connecticut that does a student exchange with the lycée every year. He worked as an assistant a few years ago, and when I mentioned to him that I haven't noticed much improvement in my French, he said that he didn't only realized how much better his French had gotten after he came back to the United States.
P.S. Would somebody please ask Grandma if she ever got a package from me with some candies and photos in it?
Snow was predicted for yesterday, which gave me fantasies of snowball fights the entire town blanketed in white. But there was no snow yesterday, just a lot of wind. It was still cold today, although it wasn't quite as bad since the sun came out. Maybe the sunshine is one reason why I caught so off-guard during lunch. Halfway through another gross cafeteria meal (it was a pile of beans and a piece of sausage so oily that oil literally spurted out when I pierced it with my fork), I happened to look out the window. What I saw made me nudge Sarah and point. "Sarah, what is that? Out there, do you see it? That white stuff falling from the sky, what is that?"
That's right, the first time Rebecca saw snow, she didn't even recognize it. But neither did Sarah, since she's used to the big snowflakes of Beijing, not these light, tiny ones that disappeared as soon as they hit the ground. I stood at the window and watched it for as long as I could, but it only lasted a few minutes. At least my first reaction to snow was a bit better than Scout Finch's.
After lunch Sarah and I went to the library, which we do every Wednesday. First we walked to Nakeisha's room to borrow the key to her gate, because it's much quicker getting to the library by her gate (we borrow it from her every Wednesday, and in return we check her out a movie from the library). But Nakeisha wasn't in her room, so we walked back to the main building and left through the front gate. We were almost to the library when Sarah realized that she had forgotten her card and I had forgotten the disc of the DVD I checked out last week (I had only brought the case, which was empty). So we walked all the way back to the school, picked up the things we had forgotten, and left for the library again. I spent the whole time saying, "Jesus, it's cold," to which Sarah always replied, "You do not know what is cold. You come to Beijing, you will know." That maybe true, but I told Sarah she doesn't know hot until she comes to Louisiana in June to August.
An American French teacher visited the school yesterday; he's from a prep school in Connecticut that does a student exchange with the lycée every year. He worked as an assistant a few years ago, and when I mentioned to him that I haven't noticed much improvement in my French, he said that he didn't only realized how much better his French had gotten after he came back to the United States.
P.S. Would somebody please ask Grandma if she ever got a package from me with some candies and photos in it?