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.