So. It has been an appallingly long time, but the big piece of news is that i have changed families (that up there is me with my first host family) and my second host-family happens to be less numerous than my last one. SO, that means that i can have more time on the computer. I'll try to write smaller entries more often, and we'll see how that goes. Grant you i don't have big news or tales to tell on a daily basis!
So yes, I've changed into my second host family; i now live in a tiny village called Senenne which holds a whopping 60 inhabitants. Which is really remarkable, even by Belgium's standards. The first week was rough; changing families has probably one of the hardest things i've done on my exchange to date; i would say it shares first place with my first day of school even. Speaking of school, i am happy to report that i am no longer the only exchange student in St Joseph! Last week we received a girl from New Zealand named Kayla who is staying with one of my friends who is in my class and embarking on exchange to the States come September. Even if it's months after it happened, it is still quite relieving to talk to Kayla and see that she's experiencing the same feelings of anxiety and wistfulness that i felt when i first arrived; mind you, i had to cope on my own...still it's satisfying to have gone through it and come out still standing.
Another exciting tidbit; i was in play. Yes, with french dialogue and everything! It's hard to explain the plot because the way it pans out is that this happens then that causes this which brings about this and so on... In a nutshell it starts in a chalet in France up in the mountains where Madame is staying with her grown daughter, Clarisse, and the maid. Clarisse's childhood friend, Marie-Christine, turns up with her new girlfriend and then a whole bunch of shenanigans ensue. I played the role of Yvonne, Marie-Chrstine's hoity-toity, pish posh, homophobic mother.
We played a total of 4 shows in two days and it was exhausting; to add to it, i twisted my ankle a week before.
BEFORE I CONITNUE; North American crutches are not like European crutches! European crutches are like tiny Tim's crutches except they're made of plastic and metal! Your weight is supported by your elbows not by your arm pits.
Anyway, it wasn't that bad, i only used the crutches for a day and a half. I was playing it safe because I REALLY did not want to go on stage with crutches since my role was quite physical. In the end, it didn't affect our performance and all was well. I might add that the individual who had the smallest role also got the most laughs every show: ME. Why no, I'm not being proud I just like sharing some good news. :P
Even when we played in front of the apathetic grade 10's who were more interested in anything but our show, I still got a big laugh.
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