J'ai douze ans

So part of my plan in life is to always strive to be more like I was when I was 12 or 13 - spontaneous, fun, not anxious all the time like I am now, oblivious to negative people, self-confident, thinking I can do anything. Part of what I miss is after school sometimes I would just be like, "Carolyn! Come over!" or "Sarah! I'm coming to your house and making popcorn!" Sarah would always say we were doing homework or that she was staying late at school to do work or practice violin when she would come to my house. We would call respective parents and tell them the plan, and someone would inevitably end up staying for dinner. And we walked everywhere.

This morning in Grammaire et Histoire de Langue, the teacher gave me a hard time for not typing an assignment that only I have. For one thing, I have very neat handwriting, and it's only one person. You can handle it. For another, it was just some exercises. Not an essay or anything. But she literally said that she physically could not correct it. What the hell. So I rolled my eyes and she yelled at me. I was suddenly reminded of Mr. Palladino/Mr. Wilkins/other mean teachers of LHS and Clarke Middle School lore. I did what I usually used to do in that situation (at the age of 12 or 13): First, I talked back to the teacher, saying that I had never ever turned in an assignment in France and that in the U.S. if you are doing numbered exercises it would be considered weird to type them up (which she did not believe). Second, I totally made a comeback by being the only person in that room full of French students confident enough in her abilities of the International Phonetic Alphabet to go up to the board and transcribe masculine and feminine forms of adjectives. I did pretty damn well and she was definitely surprised, and the French students started muttering. Finally, I said to myself, "Screw it, this teacher made me feel stupid for no reason and I am in a bad mood. I'm going to Rennes to see Carolyn this afternoon. I've had enough of mean Parisians." So after class I went and bought a train ticket to Rennes for this afternoon. I'm leaving in fifteen minutes. I guess this means it's time to call my Mom and tell her I am going to Carolyn's after school today and I will probably stay for dinner (and four nights). I am not, however, going to walk there.

(I would love to right about my great weekend, but I am waiting for Paige to upload the pictures. Soon!)