boring Dungeon

O.K so when my famliy went to the dungeon the outside looked cool. When we got inside, there was a desk (in France it seems like they do that with all the old buildings) and we had to pay to go inside the boring dungeon. We went into our first room, there was a giant lame new purple sign thing. It sort of looked like a giant book. That room was lame. They could have put fake people in there.

Then we went down the stairs. They were Cinderella stairs where they go round and round and round. (My mom calls them spiral stairs). Some of the stairs were so old, they had to put in new stairs. It was weird.

The next room was also lame because it had plates. Not ugly rusty plates for prisoners in the dungeon but fancy plates. It was lame. What are fancy plates doing in a dungeon? Lame, really lame.

Right next to it was a big old room and nothing was in it. It was really dark. When you spoke there was an Echo echo echo echo echo.

Then we went to a room with paintings. Why are there paintings in a dungeon? Lame. really really lame.

I am going to skip the rest of the painting part because it is just like the plates.

Then we went up the stairs, again, and there was the roof. It was pretty cool. It was not lame. You could see everything. The whole town. The dungeon was a little fun.

After the dungeon we went and had hot chocolate and a pastry.

Near the cafe, there was this really really bad singing guy. It was weird. He had a microphone, drums and a piano. He never touched the piano. It was weird because he yelled into the microphone and was drumming at the same time. It is a microphone you aren't supposed to yell into it.

quick story

My library teacher helps me learn French.

One day when she was helping me, we were working on seasons.

She said the French word for autumn is automne.

She says, how do you say it in English. I say fall. Because in America you have autumn and fall. But most people say fall. So I told her fall.

Then she says it was autumn.

After that she struggled saying "I only speak English. Not American"

Giggle (by me).

Zelie

Last Saturday, Sept. 18, my new friend Zelie came over.

I was so excited.

The day before the playdate I wrote a note in French to Zelie that asked: would you come to my house to play. She wanted to come over.

In the morning before the playdate with Zelie we went to the market. At the market, Zelie was there!! We had no clue she was going to be there. I asked her to bring her swimsuit. Her mom said she loved swimming.

I like Zelie because she reminds me of Georgia and she was the first person to help me out. Zelie was in my first class.

When Zelie came over on Saturday, she brought me a present. In France, when you go to a new house, you give the person you are playing with a present.

Zelie does not speak English and I don't speak French (of course). But what we do is that we communicate silently.

da da da dum . . . . . . silently.

We went swimming. We went up and down a lot of stairs. We went outside. We had a snack.

It was a fun time.

My new class

At the end of my first day my teacher told me that I was going to switch classes. I wasn't happy because I really liked my class. I wanted to stay there.

On my second day, Friday, I went to my new class. I have a new teacher and it is a boy. At first I didn't really like the class. The teacher was nice but I didn't really like the new kids in my class. To me, the room was dark and ewww. But in my other class the room was all bright and yay.

In my new class, I would sit wondering what to do or the teacher would try to translate to English. In my old class, the teacher spoke fluent English.

In the afternoon, I was sitting at my desk when my new teacher called my name. He said, "what is this?" He was pointing to a map. I thought he wanted to know what place it was. So I said "France" He said, "No" Then he looked it up in a dictionary and he said it was a map. Duh, I knew that.

This really tall guy in my class has really short hair. At the top his hair is really short. Like a minature mohawk. It is hilarous.

I have gotten to know the kids in my new class a lot better and they don't seem so bad. I just really liked my other class.

I have gone to school more and I like my new class more but my other class is still my favorite.

I only see my other teacher in English.

Lunch is awesome. It sort of feels like you are eating with your family because they have metal silverware and real plates. I have to bring in a cloth napkin.

first day of school

Thursday was my first day of school.

I had to walk to school instead of riding a bus. I am sort of glad I don't have to ride a bus because I don't want to sit next to a crabby teenager or a whiny baby.

Here you can either drive or walk and I want to walk.

Now about school. I was a little nervous about the first day of school. I was wondering how to open lockers because I didn't know what they looked like. Then I figured out, they don't have lockers. They have this little thingy on their desk. It is like a hook and you put your backpack on it. They don't call it a backpack, they call it a sac.

When you first get to the school, you don't go inside. The teachers stand outside and you play outside until it time to go in. You know when to go inside because everybody goes in.

When I first got there I had no idea what to do. I stood there doing nothing. But this girl came up and she talked to me. Then I ran to grandma and asked how to say, "I don't speak French."

It took about 20 hours for me to figure it out, but I finally got it.

When I got inside everybody started talking and they all crowded around me. It was weird because they all wanted to hold my hand on the way to class.

When I got to class there was this girl I sat next to who helped me. During recess we played together.

I sat in the back of the classroom so no one would do stuff behind my back. That is a weird sentence.

My teacher speaks English and French. She was nice.

Lunch was AWESOME. In France, you sit with 3 other people at a lunch table. Other people are around you, but there is a wall in between the tables. The food is good. First, you have an appetizer. Then the main meal. Then DESSERT. They bring the food in a serving dish to the table. The first main meal was steak and green beans. Then it was chocolate for dessert.

Recess. The first day was really weird because everyone was around me. So we sort of played a game where someone held my hand and then we just ran fast and everyone else chased us.

I think that it enough for now.

p.s. at home it is 2:20 in the afternoon. In France it is 8:20 pm.

plane trip to France

When we were walking to get on the plane, there was this guy and his hair was all knotty. Far away it looked like his hair was in braids. There was a whole bunch of hair sticking out.

There was this other guy I saw at the North Carolina airport who looked like he was from Texas because he had a Texas shirt and jeans. It was weird because he had a mustache and it was all curly. I was amazed by his mustache.

We took 2 planes. The first one was small and it only took an hour. It was from Detroit to North Carolina.

The second plane was bigger and it was a night plane. So we slept on it. But I didn't sleep. I tried to but it was so uncomfortable. So I watched TV. I watched 3 movies: The Karate Kid, The Last Song and The Tooth Fairy. I didn't really expect what I watched in The Karate Kid. It was good. The Last Song was awesome. I didn't really finish watching The Tooth Fairy because we were landing.

On the plane, since it was a night plane, we had free dinner. It was spicy. I had chicken with barbecue sauce on it. I just scraped off the barbecue and the chicken was good. Then there were green beans. Usually I like them, but these were spicy. Every time I ate one I had to drink lots of water. So I only ate 3. Then there was cake. I finished the cake. There wasn't a crumb left.

When we arrived in Paris they gave us a breakfast snack on the plane. It was so good I ate all of mine and most of Ellie's.

The airport in Paris is really really big. The escalator was so cool. In America, our escalator s have stairs. Well, at the Paris airport, there are no stairs on the escalator. It is really fun because you go up and down a lot of hills. One time we went through a tunnel.

If I had to describe the plane trip, I would say it was funky.

Grandma Huget

I am interviewing my Grandma Huget.
She is going to live with us in France.

Are you excited about France?
I am very excited about France. I love France and I love my grandchildren. So spending a year living with them is such a treat that I can't believe it. I have stayed with them when their mom and dad were on vacation and had the most fun I have had in a long time.

What do you think you are going to do when me, Katie, Ellie and Joey are going to be in school?
There are many things that will keep your mom and I busy. Learning to cook the French way. Learning to speak French well. Hanging all of your clothes on a line in the basement.

Joey interrupts with his own question, why does an ant pee?
Ummmm. I am not sure.

Do you think you are going to meet someone from Scotland?
Oh. Hmm. What an interesting question. How will I know if someone is from Scotland?
Well then they will speak Scotlandishness.
Well in that case then I will know for sure that they are from Scotland!

In France, can you sign Joey up for ballet?
You know, I think the French would love to teach Joey ballet.
Yessss!!

Do you think you will go to jail in France?
Well, your mom is an attorney and if I end up in jail, hopefully she will come and get me out.

Now you can go play hockey with Joey. Thanks Grandma.
You are a good interviewer.
Of course I am.

I am interviewing my younger brother, Joey.

Are you excited about France?
Um. A little bit.

Why?
Um. I am kind of happy that have our own pool and that I can play rugby and soccer. That's it

On the first day of school in France, what do you think it will be like?
I don't know.

Why? Are you clueless?
No, I am not clueless.

Do you like the idea of sharing a room with Ellie?
No. I like my own room.

Remember Joey, don't make your room stinky.
Ha ha.

What do you think the airplane ride will be like. Do you think an old dude will be sitting next to you?
I think it will be the boringest ride.

Boringest should be a word.
Yeah.

What do you think you are going to do in France, besides sports stuff and the pool?
I am just going to play video games all day.

You do know that we only have one dinky TV?
So. I can still play video games on it.

If the pool has a giant ant in it that drinks up all the water, what are you going to do?
I would step on it.

The ant is too big for you to step on it.
Then I will throw a soccer ball at it and then I will step on the rest.

The ant ate you. The end.
The ant did not eat me! Now goodbye peeps.

awesome

Me, Gabi, is going to France for 10 months with a big house to live in. It has a pool in the backyard. A kitchen. 8 bedrooms. 2 bathrooms and 1 play/junk/kitchen room.
My mom has a blog too. It is called Fracassi Family in France.
I am awesome.
It is true.
When I am in France I am a little worried about my grades, and a little worried because my principal speaks English. So if I call a teacher a big meannie pants, then the principal will know and understand.
On the first day of school for me the French people wil be talking like la ferme, bonjour, paillettes and I won't understand what they are saying and I won't care what they are saying.
From me,
the awesome Gabi