Thursday, November 10, 2016
My Christmas Diary Entry
I thought it would be practicable for me to write every solar twenty-four hour period, however being realistic, its not. Also, Im trying to delight in the best out of my re-sentencing year, so that means short(p) com fructifyer, slight cellphone and less social media. I tailt believe its the furthest day of the year, it went by too fast. My last initiation was almost a calendar month ago, so I ordain try to write near everything that has happened in my life since.\nWe put up the christmas tree and it was so much fun, it felt give care home. We played christmas medicament and sing and danced while we decorated. Also, t heres a tradition here in Provence, called Crèche de Noel in french. You put up these picayune figurines called santons and you build your own little town including Virgin Mary, Joseph and cosset Jesus. I will send out pictures at the end of the entry. A weekend before the last week of school, Elena (my army babe from Austria) and me tried do ec lairs. unnecessary to say, it was a disaster. But we had fun.\nThe coterminous day we tried do them again with the help from our host parents. They were not so bad. A booster dose from Mexico, Sergio, came to scrutinize me that identical night, he stayed until Monday. It was nice having somebody from home. Sunday we went to Aix-en-Provence and there was christmas music and the little christmas market. It was really cute. The succeeding(prenominal) day my host ma told me I could skip school to spend the day with my friend so I stayed and we went to visit La Ciotat and ate a really good burger at a small topical anaesthetic restaurant.\nThat same week, the school had an solution called Classe en Classe which consists of adorning up real nice (boys with black tie and everything) plane the teachers. We went shopping and I found a dress and heels to wear. I almost died later on wearing heels for the whole day (okay, not really).\nFriday, the last day of school, my social ec onomics teacher let us act upon food. The whole hour we listened to music, talked and ate. She even brought a machine for making tea. ...
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