Salut!
I decided to start blogging again! You can thank (or blame, depending on how much you hate this blog ;)) my friend, Ivy, and my epic Omnibus V teacher, Mr. Martin for inspiring me. They're awesome people. Thanks. A bunch.
So, if you're still reading, you're probably wondering if anything awesome has happened since my last post! The answer is: yes, yes, and more yes! Where do I start?
First of all, I started taking German in my spare time (not like 'spare time' really exists for a Veritas victim-er-student, except in theory) on an awesome site called Livemocha.com. Go there. Make an account. Learn whatever language you want to. You'll thank me, not in English, but in some other language no one has ever heard of!
"Boring," you say? Ah, but that's not all (not to mention, German is NOT boring)! This past summer, I was fortunate enough to go on a mission trip with amazing people from Landry academy to an amazing little ville in France called 'Saint-Hippolyte-du-Fort.' If you think that's boring, you should probably unfollow my blog (not to mention see a doctor!), because that was pretty much the most amazing experience of my life.
Our plane (Lufthansa) stopped in Germany on the way there and on the way back. Silly, yes, but I enjoyed just being in the German airport and on the German plane (except on the return trip!) almost as much as actually being in France!
Every morning in France, we started the day with a worship service led by our hosts, Mr. and Mrs. Weiner (amazing, Spirit-filled people!), and then we spent some time getting to know each other and meditating while doing chores. In the evenings, we went out in groups for walks, cameras in hand. Being the crazy, weirdo dancer I am, I just HAD to wear my pointe shoes around France, so there I was, walking around a little town in the south of France in a new French dress and my somewhat ratty-looking pointe shoes with some friends who already figured out I was a little on the crazy side (ok, maybe completely on the crazy side) and didn't mind too much. There were two open air markets while we were there (well, really three, but most of us were sick with a stomach bug on the day of the third one, so a lot of us, moi included, didn't go), with amazing clothes, handmade soaps, earrings, knives, and other awesome French stuff. I ended up getting a dress, some soap, and earrings, one of which I lost a few days later in France on a walk (in my pointe shoes...of course). Now I'm left with only one earring and a handful of silver memories *sniff*.
Ok, sorry for the drama. On the return trip, we were all pretty much either in tears or on motion sickness pills. When we got back to the Dulles airport, we said our final goodbyes and dished out a record number of hugs. I miss everyone from that trip so much! We all need to go back to France together, SOON!
What happened next? Not that anything can live up to France and three hours of Germany, but after France, I had a three-week dance camp at IBA. Thanks to that camp, I can finally do pirouettes
without everyone thinking I'm drunk (well, most of the time--but if I'm having an off-day, you'd better evacuate the room), have better extensions, and still can't do calypsos or any of the other stuff we did in modern class. PS--Did I mention I had my first partnering class at that camp? 'twas slightly scary, but we both survived, with minimal bruising. I'm alive to tell the tale, right?
So, that was the end of my summer, right? It couldn't possibly have been any better? Nein, falsch! After IBA camp, I had a week of another ballet intensive at my regular ballet studio (City Ballet <3) with a slightly crazed but completely awesome teacher. We learned a variation, I think it was Hungarian, but I can't remember the name of it any more, and if you asked me to dance it again, it would be painful to watch.
After this, I proceeded to take a solo flight around the world, and that concluded my summer...no, kidding--summer ended with the above camp. Awesome, right? JA!!!
So what am I doing now? Missing France, spending too much time on Livemocha learning German (a native German person who also speaks French said I have a French accent when speaking German, which, until now, I wasn't even sure was possible...) , eating German chocolate without you ;). Oh, and school. Boatloads of it. I'm seriously about buried by papers and books, and the fact that my two cats literally
DO eat my homework (and now my chair...because it's leather and they're crazy cats) doesn't help any!
D'accord, c'est fini! That wasn't so bad, was it? I hope you had spare time and didn't just read all of this when you should have been catching up on Omnibus homework ;). If that's the case, don't blame me-I'm just innocently blogging while I should be studying for an upcoming test. Whoops.
'A test?!' you say? Yes, a test. Pray for me--let's hope Sugar Plum and Mindy don't eat my notes!
Ciao
