Me and My Arm

Wow it’s been four months already; time flies by so fast and before I know it I'll be back home. I remember crying for hours in bed at night before we left convincing myself that I was gonna have an awful time here. I used to think about how many exciting events and activities I would be missing out on at school.  Would my friends still like me when I got back?  Would I make any friends in Nice?  Well, I was wrong. I have had an amazing experience so far and I have made many new friends. I like the change and my new surroundings, but I want to return to Toronto when the time comes, not now, but in six months. 

I like my new school in Nice for so many reasons.  Maybe it’s because I’m older but it seems like I have more liberties.  The classes are much bigger and there are six grade six classes which gives me more opportunities to meet new people and make new friends.   My school is divided into two large buildings separated by a big wide playground.  I haven’t found school to be difficult in terms of academics, although I do have difficulty understanding French in certain subjects like history, science, technology, and French. The hardest part is when my French teacher asks us to come up with a two page story and I am stuck on how to translate what I want to say into French. Along with having trouble with writing stories in French, it's also been quite a challenge for me to read French novels. Over the Christmas holidays my French teacher, Mme. Menant, asked us to read "Gilgamesh" and to answer questions on the novel. Gilgamesh was a historical king of Uruk in Babylonia, on the River Euphrates. He lived about 2700 B.C. He was two thirds god and one third human and he tyrannized all of Uruk. 

The week before Christmas Madeleine invited a friend over and we went down to the Christmas market in Place Massena.  Mom said that we could either go on the ferris wheel or go bungee jumping. We chose to go bungee jumping, which wasn't the smartest move. I decided that I wanted to do a flip in the air, but my arm did not agree with me and it twisted it's own way. Next thing I know, I end up in the hospital. It is only slightly broken and I got a green cast which will be removed in three weeks. I hope I am still able to ski when we go skiing in the Dolomites in the middle of February. I guess I won't be trying that again. On the bright side, at least I don't have to wash dishes for the next three weeks.

Happy New Year!


Simona