Tuesday, December 2, 2008

One-ies

Over the weekend we went on this really cool hike and made a snowman. There were some cool pictures; might add 'em later.

In gym we're doing these gymnastics-like "exercises" which are incredibly awkward and ugh.

I think I'll call one of my awesome friends (meaning they are all awesome) tonight, but I guess I won't be able to talk much. I've got an SVT test on volcanoes tomorrow and hockey... which I am not actually looking forward to much. I dunno why. I sort of made some new "friends" in the CERN one. I've established myself as defense, and I talked to my partner a little bit (imagine what Roman says with a slight French accent, which I sort of tried to put in there):

Roman: (that's probably not how you spell it, but it sounds like that sort of): So uh where do you come from?
Me: Uh, Michigan.
Roman: Do you zike it here?
Me: Um, its ok I guess.
Roman (looking almost sympathetic): But uh, I bet you miss your uh friends... and the school is pretty... pretty hard.
Me: Yeah.

Wow. It's like these guys actually know what its like.

Roman: So, zou change uh vith ze tall one- number eight... ate-ee?
Me (clearing up his pronunciation): Yeah, eighty.

I'm learning how to play the Looney Tunes theme thing on trumpet, which is pretty cool. I really really like Coldplay now. And as for algebra, yeah I guess I can do it.. maybe... I can try.



On the way back from Geneva, (we were shopping and stuff) I overheard these two English guys talking. The one guy was ranting about how bad his school, teachers and work was and stuff. He probably said the F-word at least once in every sentence. When we got off, my mom turned to them and said, "Excuse me, but if I was your mother I would ground you for a week for saying so many swear words in public." I didn't look at them. I just continued straight on.

See, to me that was... wow. Embarrassing. My mom's argument was that those guys were (poorly) representing their country over here and that that guy was a spoiled kid. I somehow found myself almost defending the guy, saying its other peoples' fault for judging people like that. I mean, to me, French people (and really anyone) can think whatever they want about Americans. That's not to say I don't care about my/our/whatever so-called "reputation" but I mean, think about it. I'm just another person, and "American" is just a.. label. The world should be more together. That'd be cool. They're being racist, as Zach put in, and that kid should be able to express himself. But then again, the F-word is offensive and.. well I dunno.

Your guyses thoughts?

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