I attended my second Rotary meeting last month (the wine flowed again). I went with my host sister because she had to do her speech on her year in North Carolina. I was able to pick up alot of tips from her presentation. The food was great (as before) and it was the first time I had a soufflé, it was pretty cool.

School here is really differen for me. The buildings are HUGE I think I got lost like a gazillion times my first two weeks, because eventhough there are signs, it's still kinda difficult especially with tons of people trying to get to their class. It's a public school, but the classes are almost like those in a private school. There are approximately 20 and 25 students in each class room. There's another exchange student in my class from Germany, and before we even started classes we became friends. When they were announcing who was going into which class, everyon in my grade were out in a courtyard, and we both looked a little lost and realized that we were really in the same boat. I'm having French lessons IN FRENCH in school along with the other exchange students who are all Mexican. We've become good friends too. It's like I'm making friends all over the place! I have days for who I'm going to have lunch with in the cafeteria! My friends are teaching me French everyday. We would be walking in the courtyard and they would point to something and say what it is in French. When I hang out with the Mexicans in the cafeteria, people think we're crazy, because we speak in a mixture of French, English and Spanish. Some think it's pretty cool and tag along with us. I've been going out with friends since the first weekend of school. I think I'm gonna be too tired to do anything when I get back home!

I had a meeting already where I met the other exchange students in my district. It was really fun, we spoke mostly in English (the Rotarians didn't mind because some of the other exchange students, like myself, had no French lessons before arriving in France). I didn't feel too bad anymore, because eventhough I'm improving everyday, and even starting to think in French, reality is, my French is still poor. When we went to introduce ourselves, everyone was pleased that we all could do it in French, and be able to answer questions. There were alot of Americans, Mexicans & Australians, there were also a few Canadians and last but most definitely not least "the mighty minorities" (what we called ourselves), we were the lone Indian, Austrian, Bolivian and guess who. Everyone who found out that I'm from the Bahamas were like "WOW! You live in paradise!", and I'll proudly reply, "yep, I do!". They told us of the Mont ST. Michel trip in two weeks, the December Paris trip and the bus trip in April. I can't wait! 

After a whole lotta hours of talking and picture taking, we had to go. The president of my club and his wife took me around the town and bought postcards. Later on, they took me to their home for dinner, where I ate moules for th first time. They taste just like conch! I couldn't get enough of 'em! The president and his wife enjoyed watching this skinny girl put down almost double of what they did, and still have room for dessert. For dessert, I had another first, a buttery, sugary cake called "Queen Allemande", native to Brittany. It tastes sooooooooo good! I ate three slices. Don't think I'm a glutton, but the food is just that good, and I happen to have a healthy appetite.

As you all can see, I'm doing great, despite the fact that I didn't speak a word of French when I got here.  "I'm a survivor, I'm gonna make it...................." you know the rest of the song. Anyway, time for lunch, write to you all later. Believe it or not, I still have alot more to say, but you're gonna have to wait.

Salut,
Dielyah.