Maybe....

Today was good. Wednesday we only have two hours of class. Sadly one of the is an upper level Spanish in which I have no idea what is going on. Thankfully I have 2 other AFSers in my classes and one of them is from Mexico. There's 7 of us total and 5 of us who all speak English all hangout together. Two of them speak both English and French very well. They are godsends. There is also another girl a year ahead who went to Russia and speaks near perfect English she's pretty awesome too.  My liaison is great and my family is as well. I really miss my dad. I think it's because it's just me and him and I kinda feel like I've abandoned him, also because I'm totally a daddy's girl. I need American lined paper now. Here it's all grided and busy and I hate it. They eat a lot here but I never can finish anything. The clock rings at the hour and then 5 past. Tradition. I'm hoping this becomes easier as can understand the language. The kids at school are very quiet. They say it's because they don't speak English but I'm not so sure. Spanish first thing tomorrow. We go to school from 8-6 with 1-2 hour breaks. It's not ideal but it's ok. I miss really stupid things. My bed, my bathroom, American food, ice, being able to drive places. I would kill for a bacon cheeseburger and old bay fries from this little place called Rosie's near my house in America. I have fully come to the conclusions that America needs to stress language learning, and get on the metric system.  The representation of American music is all crappy pop. No rock, folk, not even country. It's kinda sad. Oh well. Au revoir.