East Coast Ramblings of a West Coast Girl

Midterms are finally over, aside from one big dossier that I am 95% finished with and another film critique I need to do for Wednesday. Ah, but all is well in the state of France. All is well indeed.

What is very important for any student in a university (especially if that university is NYU) is to be sure to use all of the resources that the school gives you, to take whatever they give you, and to, most importantly, do so vigilantly.

This past weekend we took a trip to Nimes and Camargue where you'll find the oldest Roman ruins outside of Italy. Fantastic. There was a big aqueduct and the second largest colloseum ever built (mind you, I say this without even knowing for a fact). It was really fantastic to be out of Paris and in the French countryside. After all, Paris is not France, and France is not Paris.

We saw bulls roam around, and then we ate bull for meals. Twice. Yum. Just like cow, except...it was bull.

Last night we went to go watch a play.

It was called "Jacques. Or Submission/The Future is in the Eggs." It was absolutely hilarious and strange.

Apparently this boy is just the biggest disgrace in his family, and you can tell, because he had already fallen through the house into the garage -- his disgrace is just that heavy. His parents are telling him how sad they are to have had him, his father is threatening to leave the family until he submits and tells them what they want to hear:

"I LOVE POTATOES," he screams to them.

Being very happy, the family decides it's time for him to marry. They find him a fiancée, but she has this paper bag over her head. when they unbag her, we see that she has two noses.

Jacques (the boy) is not wanting to marry yet, so to prolong the situation he yells, "SHE'S NOT UGLY ENOUGH! I want a girl with THREE noses."

Out goes the girl with two noses, and in comes the same girl who suddenly has three noses. They are forced to stay with each other in the garage, and after one night, they fall in love. They're both weird. They fall in love with their weirdness.

The second part of the play, the family decides, enough with their lovey-dovey...they need to reproduce. So, Jacques is on a nest, his wife is take upstairs and has tubes sticking out of her. By tubes, I mean pipes. Then suddenly eggs come out of these pipes. Hundreds of eggs. Jacques must warm them (like a bird) as the family raves and decides what type of people the eggs shall become.

All in all, nice. I like when we get to watch these plays, it really makes you feel like you're getting a good chunk out of Parisian lifestyle.

Recently, I've realized that sometimes I can't speak properly in English anymore. The other day i was talking to my mom on Skype, and suddenly I was trying to do weird things grammatically with my sentence. I was trying to conjugate things, and a French word slipped in.

Strange. Once I say a French word, I start going on in a French sentence, which is...just bizarre.

COLLEGE ACCEPTANCES! I know lots of you have been getting them.

If you have any questions about IB, AP credits, do be sure to e-mail me, or leave a comment. I actually can give you all the 411 about questions such as:
1. Should I still take the AP test?
2. Will my IB scores count for anything?
3. What will this IB or AP class get rid of?

=] good luck, bonne chance.