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Ok, so I'm a little embarrassed about this, but I thought that it would provide some entertainment for those of you who are actually reading this...

If you know me at all you know that I"m insanely afraid of spiders. Spiders of all shapes and sizes. They're just nasty and gross and crawly. Ick. Fortunately I've been able to kill most spiders I see in my house with minimal squealing and jumping. But today was just too much. So today we went on an excursion to the North of France and it was really pretty and I came back in a pretty good mood. As I was walking down my street I ran into my host mother and so we walked in the garage together. She told me that she was going to start fixing dinner so I should come down when I was ready. So I got upstairs and put my stuff down and check my mail and browse the internet for a minute before I decide to go downstairs. Well I opened my door and on the side wall for the stairs that lead down to the garage so that I can get into the house is the biggest spider that I have ever seen. It was about the same size as one that I had killed a week ago. (One thing that I've noticed in France is that everything is smaller here, except the stupid spiders...) So It was on the side of the wall and I wasn't sure what to do, but then I remembered that Gisele had told me that there was bug spray under the sink so I went searching for it, and thankfully found it. Unfortunately for me the spray was very close to being empty so I went back to the door and started spraying the spider but the spray didn't seem to be working on the spider so I come back in my room and close the door and think about what I could do to kill the stupid thing. I finally decided that I was going to be brave and just run downstairs and see if there was anymore spray.

Well once I opened the door the spider wasn't there anymore and had fallen. Onto the stairs, I could see it moving around but I didn't want to go down the stairs now for fear that it would crawl up me or something. And when I looked farther down on the landing I saw another freaking spider that was just as big crawling around down there. Then I look up and hiding in a little crack in the ceiling is another spider, this one I thought was smaller so I sprayed it with the spray. I'm inhaling all of the fumes so I shut the door because I don't want to smell them anymore. I wait a little while and then open the door again, and guess what I see, that so called "little" spider was actually a big fat ugly black spider that made me want to scream. I can't see the other one on the stairs so I have no idea where it is, and the other one was tucked away in the corner of the landing.

I shut the door again not wanting them to come in or to look at them anymore. I finally decide that there's only one thing left for me to do, and I call my host mom on the house phone and ask her if she'll come rescue me or send one of the boys to help. She come and as kills the one on the landing and then as she's walking up the stairs to get the one on the ceiling it falls onto the stairs and misses her by like 6 inches. I, of course, scream and jump back, which makes her run up the stairs. She kills that one and then we find that the third one is already dead on one of the stairs.

So I was literally trapped in my room for about thirty minutes by three spiders, I inhaled so many fumes that I can't stop sneezing, and my nose is running like crazy. And I can't stop thinking of the spiders or how there could be more wandering around my room without my knowledge. This has to be the worst experience with spiders that I've ever had. Though thankfully they're going to go and get some spray that will keep the spiders from coming in and if they do they're be killed by the stuff. Who ever invented that stuff should be hailed as a saint in my opinion.

Posted by Casey S Conzatti at 01:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Ok, so I've been here for less than a week, and I think that I'm holding up really well! When I first boarded the plane in tears I thought that I would hate being here and want to come back as soon as I got home, though I think subconsciously I always knew that I was mean to go here (however dramatic that sounds). There have only been a couple times throughout the time that I've been here that I've really had the urge to go home.

I think that one thing that's really helped me is that I got placed with the perfect host family! The mom and dad are both really nice and then they have three children, two are in middle school, and the other one is starting his first year at the University. Both of my host parents are teachers, the mom is an high school English teacher, and the dad is a PE teacher I'm pretty sure... All of the children are really nice and the youngest one is so cute! Oh! And what makes this family even better for me is that they have an adorable cat who loves to be held, but can also spend hours chasing his tail, he is one of the cutest things that I've ever seen!

School so far has been an interesting blend of complete and utter frustration, and going over stuff that is way too easy! I know that the school put me in a level that is way to low for me, and the reason that they did this is because I do horrible on French tests, especially ones that last for two hours. To start things off it was the second day here when we took the test, so I was still kind of jet lagged. And then the first part of it was Oral Comprehension and I didn't know that it had started until we were like three questions in, I was not happy when I realized that. And then as the time went on I just continued to get more frustrated and so I started not paying attention and rushing through things because I just wanted to be done. Also it doesn't help that the test was like the stupid SAT's and you're marked down if you get the wrong answer, I've always found that system to be stupid. I'm hoping that the teacher will realize that I should at least be one level up and change me, but if not, I can say that it will be an easy class that I'll be able to pass with flying colors.

In away I still can't believe that I'm here and that I'll be staying here for a while. I'm not sure when or if it'll ever sink in that nine months can be a long time. I'm hoping that the months will fly by and I'll be able to speak flawless French and come back to the States and be with my loved ones! That would be really nice! Though on the plus side I found out yesterday that when I apply for my carte de sejour the French government is basically going to give me free money that covers for my living expenses, though I think that it only covers my rent, but considering that I paid for all of that beforehand it'll be really nice to get that when it starts coming. Though it'll be a pain to go through the application process (especially since i was also told that I'll probably have to do it twice, once in Angers, and then again when I move up to Lille, how annoying is that?). But I guess I'll live as they say "C'est la vie"

Posted by Casey S Conzatti at 09:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)