Quebec: the cold place...

Ok well my French class took a trip to Quebec city in Canada this weekend. There were 28 other kids, 3 parents, 1 grandmother, and 3 teachers. Now everybody said that Quebec was going to be like -10 degrees but it wasn't. It was like 30. They all lied! ARGGGG!!! Anyway... so we took 2 planes to get to Montreal and then a bus to get to Quebec. One thing I noticed as soon as we got there was a lot of peeps up there don't have garages. It was wierd. Then we took tours and walked FOREVER!!! It was only kinda cold because it was sooooo WINDY!!!! In almost all of the videos that I took you can't tell what I'm saying because of the wind. Also, we learned about the history of Quebec, and about Samuel Champlain, the founder. Everyone that was going on the trip got penpals, and mine was kindof a jerk. Not only did he make me feel stupid in TWO DIFFERENT LANGUAGES, but he didn't really talk to me. Language wasn't the issue... he spoke excellent English... and he would after studying it for like 5 years... but he just stuck with his little posse, comprised of most of his French class and talked really quickly in French so that nobody but the teachers could understand him or his groupies. Then when we were forced to take them to lunch, he made a beeline for McDonald's, not even asking me what I wanted to eat. It took me forever to order because everything was written in French and no one spoke any English. When I finally got my food, Raphael had already dashed up to the second floor of the McDonald's building. I knew that trying to haul a tray full of food up two flights of stairs was going to be a disaster... and it was. Three quarters of the way up I tripped and fell on my face and stubbed my toe,(along with spilling all my food) bending the nail backwards. It was insanely painful! It still hurts if I put my foot down wrong. So when I got to the top, it took me all of 4 seconds to eat my $10 lunch of nothing. Raphael sat in the booth next door with all his homies. In fact, that booth was overflowing so badly, there were kids standing in line just to get near it. It could have easily passed for a private club. Raphael and his posse were talking loud enough for me to evesdrop over all the white noise of chattering mouths as well. But it was so fast and in French, all that I caught was,"manger," which means to eat, and,"McFlurry,". As if on cue, the whole group began to dispurse and float back down the stairs towards the ordering counter. I wasn't supposed to leave him, but I was in so much pain, I needed to get back to the Hotel Frontenac (named after the govener who pushed back the British in some battle). So I limped up to him and bid him adue, and left McDonald's to stagger back to the hotel. Little did I know that later we would have to walk 10 blocks to get to a military museum to do the days activity (WITH NON OTHER THAN OUR PENPALS XP). Then we went to a Huron indian village where we learned about their ways in the past and ate dinner in their restaurant (we had sunflower soup, buffalo burgers, and vanilla cake with maple syrup. It was heavenly!!!) Then the next day we had to get up early for an early flight to come home. AND THE TRIP WAS OVER AT LAST. I really was interested to find that I actually missed home a lot more that I thought that I was going to. HeeHEE!!!!

Inaccuracy Rules!!

Ok we didn't go back to school on the 5th. Actually as it turns out, we got the whole rest of the week off due to really horrible and awful weather. YAY!!!!