We made a cake! Awesomely, all of our frosting was delicious even though we had never made it before! We got to make a chocolate frosting and an addicting (don’t worry no nicotine) vanilla one. Unfortunately, it makes me even more sad about the horrible freezers in france. And to add onto it, this cake almost melted and would have if John, the guy who we were giving the cake to, hadn’t done his food surgery. Overall, it was amazing!

My Dad recently told me a few of the Hattemer students might come to the blog. So if you are there, then “Hi!” Some of the things I like to do are play with my rubik’s cube*, which I can solve in around  one minute and thirty seconds. Another thing I like to do in my extra time is play video games**, and last but not least, I like to bake with my mom.

*http://rubiks.com

**http://www.supercell.net/games/view/clash-of-clans

***http://epicurious.com

Remember how I told you that there were certain somethings and someones i will miss during our trip? Well the toddler in the background is my one year and around seven month old nephew, who is also one of the someones. See what I mean? He is way to cute to leave behind. Anyways, I am actually starting to have this whole moving idea settle into my brain. France is gonna be my hometown, so I better speak in it. “Pourquoi ai-je fait ce une idée pour le blog la plupart des gens ne peuvent pas comprendre tout ça!”. Nevermind, that will make pretty much everyone confused throughout the completeness of chez-soi’s history and future. Well, peace to all and have a good day. That was weird. Bye.

I want to learn languages to be like Jason Bourne! Well maybe not the mass murdering. And the bad hairstyling. And pretty much everything else except languages. Maybe I just want to be like my sister. She is awesome.

There are many things going around my head at the moment. One side of my head is talking to the other.

This is the dialogue.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing much.”

“What do you think about the move?”

“I hate it! Don’t you!”

“No, I’m happy about it.”

“Are you serious? This sucks!”

“Well, we will learn two languages.”

“Who cares? I don’t!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“OH YEAH?”

“YEAH!”

And stuff like that. Yep, I’m stressed.

We recently have chosen my school in Paris. The schools that we visited were:

Hattemer, (pronounced “at-mare”)

And Eurecole:

Which are both good. We noticed at first that Eurecole was small but made up for it in nice and language. We took a test, which was extraordinarily easy, and left. Thinking Eurecole was the best school we could find, we went to Hattemer with partially closed minds. However, Hattemer was able to pry them open and shows how good the school really was. They toured us throughout the measurably bigger building and let us meet some of the nice kids from school. This school was more academic, and Eurecole was three quarters of the day language. This school was friendly, when Eurecole was as shy as much as me (not a good sign). In the end, we (Obviously because of my opinionated writing) chose Eurecole. Just kidding! Hattemer is our new main school. Thanks for reading- kiddo

We are now about to go back home. Hooray!