currently 10:45 as i write this sentence. Well everyone.. or more specifically the 1 or 2 people that might actually read this.., it is December. And you know what that means. Snow. And you know what that means. Me crying..
I don't understand my dislike for the snow.. oh yah. Its cold. And wet. But more importantly. Its cold. Did I mention I hate to be cold?
But thats not what I wanted to blog about, but rather something that came to my mind randomly..
So back to topic of my personal discussion.. This one time I had an exchange student living in my house.
He took over my room, my bed, my food, my home.. and the whole time I just wanted him gone. I can't even count the amount of time I told him he doesn't belong in Canada nor should he have ever done an exchange.. but let me explain.
He arrived in Canada. Okie Dokie. We go to Darian Lake. Not Okie Dokie.. Who knew he would turn out to be the creepy stalker type that gave me a constant fear for my life.. legit though, I locked my bedroom door eveery night.
He somehow managed to tell 2 people that he loves them and that he wants to be their boyfriend after knowing them a total of.. oh i don't know.. a day. Love at first sight? More like desperate at first sight. At this point he had been in Canada for 3 days.. Oh, and news flash.. apparantly they wear speedos in France... but that was a whole 'nother issue alltogether.
So i told myself it would get better. Over and over again, I repeated, "Pat, its going to get better. It has to get better." It got worse. It kept getting worse.
I don't understand my dislike for the snow.. oh yah. Its cold. And wet. But more importantly. Its cold. Did I mention I hate to be cold?
But thats not what I wanted to blog about, but rather something that came to my mind randomly..
So back to topic of my personal discussion.. This one time I had an exchange student living in my house.
He took over my room, my bed, my food, my home.. and the whole time I just wanted him gone. I can't even count the amount of time I told him he doesn't belong in Canada nor should he have ever done an exchange.. but let me explain.
He arrived in Canada. Okie Dokie. We go to Darian Lake. Not Okie Dokie.. Who knew he would turn out to be the creepy stalker type that gave me a constant fear for my life.. legit though, I locked my bedroom door eveery night.
He somehow managed to tell 2 people that he loves them and that he wants to be their boyfriend after knowing them a total of.. oh i don't know.. a day. Love at first sight? More like desperate at first sight. At this point he had been in Canada for 3 days.. Oh, and news flash.. apparantly they wear speedos in France... but that was a whole 'nother issue alltogether.
So i told myself it would get better. Over and over again, I repeated, "Pat, its going to get better. It has to get better." It got worse. It kept getting worse.
I decided for some odd reason, that I would take him to Toronto for the day to visit a friend. She speaks French. She knows Toronto very well. Good idea? Not so much. By the end of the day, he had written her a love note confessing his love for her and undying need to be with her even though he lives in France.. My deepest apologies.
Other odd quirks include a love for Pokemon.. I know this because the majority of his measly spending money went towards Pokemon DVDs.. even though I tried to explain to him those are for children, he told me they are very popular with everyone in France. That was a blatant lie because 1. I'm not stupid 2. I asked my friend's exchange student if that was true and it wasn't.. but that was obvious.
Anyways, by now you probably have a mental image of him, right? Well, what you are thinking is probably right, because his 'look' epitomizes creeper. He was tall. Like 6ft tall. And he was anorexic. Not really though because one time at dinner he ate 13 whole potatoes.. and that isn't a hyperbole either. I counted. Anyways, he is grossly thin. Picture manorexic. Okay he had a brown comeover that sometimes was mesy, and sometimes, when he decided to take a shower, wasn't. He had a rather large nose, but in terms of wideness, not protrusion. His ears stuck out and he wore glasses. Common fashion? High waisted jeans and a button down black dress shirt.. unbottoned.. same high waisted jeans and a bowling shirt. And sometimes when he was feeling adventurous, a sweater with sleeves that could zip off in case he got too warm and 3 quarter length nylon pants.. so floods. Its safe to say he could have easily walked Paris fashion week, am I right?
To make a very, very long emotional story short, I have never hated anyone more in my life. Seriously. My days consisted of large arguments with me telling him to go back to France, me telling him that he is a creep, me telling him that no, he cannot download anymore video games onto the computer, and me telling him he is a child. Notice the me telling? Thats because if this was going on in English, he wasn't comprehending anything because he learned absolutely zero English, no word of a lie. And if this was happening in French, which 9 times out of 10 it did, he would just laugh, shake his head, make noises, talk to himself, or just sit and stare. This one time I stood in his doorway for half an hour staring at him and him staring at me because he refused to tell me why he wanted to run home one day after school.. legit run, because he ran home that day. People saw him and texted me. And it was raining. I still to this day, do not know the sudden urge for this. Nonetheless, if you ever want to learn French, get really angry at a person who only speaks French and it just comes.
He is now back in France, thank God, doing whatever and I am thankful. Thankful because his inability to learn and speak English caused my French to develop. Thankful because it taught me that sometimes, I cannot control things. Thankful, because it taught me the importance of compassion, sympathy and empathy, and that I, much to my dismay, lack in those areas. Thankful because it showed me that I am capable of burts of anger, and thus teaching me how to control these spurts if need be. Thankful because it showed me, that although my family is disfunctional, it is no where near as bad the kid who's parents live provinces apart and plopped him into a foreign country despite his medically diagnosed depression and my assumpton of a nervous disorder.
In a couple weeks i will be recieving my new match for my stay in France and I am thoroughly excited, because I know that things cannot get worse. The only way my experience could be dampered would be if the family kept me in a closet and didnt feed me. Which is illegal and I would get re-re-placed yet again asap. So yah. Despite my horrendous hosting experience, I believe and I hope that my European travels prove to be worth it.
Currently 11:20 as I write this sentence. And ironically I have 6 paragraphs of French due tomorrow morning that I have yet to start..
Other odd quirks include a love for Pokemon.. I know this because the majority of his measly spending money went towards Pokemon DVDs.. even though I tried to explain to him those are for children, he told me they are very popular with everyone in France. That was a blatant lie because 1. I'm not stupid 2. I asked my friend's exchange student if that was true and it wasn't.. but that was obvious.
Anyways, by now you probably have a mental image of him, right? Well, what you are thinking is probably right, because his 'look' epitomizes creeper. He was tall. Like 6ft tall. And he was anorexic. Not really though because one time at dinner he ate 13 whole potatoes.. and that isn't a hyperbole either. I counted. Anyways, he is grossly thin. Picture manorexic. Okay he had a brown comeover that sometimes was mesy, and sometimes, when he decided to take a shower, wasn't. He had a rather large nose, but in terms of wideness, not protrusion. His ears stuck out and he wore glasses. Common fashion? High waisted jeans and a button down black dress shirt.. unbottoned.. same high waisted jeans and a bowling shirt. And sometimes when he was feeling adventurous, a sweater with sleeves that could zip off in case he got too warm and 3 quarter length nylon pants.. so floods. Its safe to say he could have easily walked Paris fashion week, am I right?
To make a very, very long emotional story short, I have never hated anyone more in my life. Seriously. My days consisted of large arguments with me telling him to go back to France, me telling him that he is a creep, me telling him that no, he cannot download anymore video games onto the computer, and me telling him he is a child. Notice the me telling? Thats because if this was going on in English, he wasn't comprehending anything because he learned absolutely zero English, no word of a lie. And if this was happening in French, which 9 times out of 10 it did, he would just laugh, shake his head, make noises, talk to himself, or just sit and stare. This one time I stood in his doorway for half an hour staring at him and him staring at me because he refused to tell me why he wanted to run home one day after school.. legit run, because he ran home that day. People saw him and texted me. And it was raining. I still to this day, do not know the sudden urge for this. Nonetheless, if you ever want to learn French, get really angry at a person who only speaks French and it just comes.
He is now back in France, thank God, doing whatever and I am thankful. Thankful because his inability to learn and speak English caused my French to develop. Thankful because it taught me that sometimes, I cannot control things. Thankful, because it taught me the importance of compassion, sympathy and empathy, and that I, much to my dismay, lack in those areas. Thankful because it showed me that I am capable of burts of anger, and thus teaching me how to control these spurts if need be. Thankful because it showed me, that although my family is disfunctional, it is no where near as bad the kid who's parents live provinces apart and plopped him into a foreign country despite his medically diagnosed depression and my assumpton of a nervous disorder.
In a couple weeks i will be recieving my new match for my stay in France and I am thoroughly excited, because I know that things cannot get worse. The only way my experience could be dampered would be if the family kept me in a closet and didnt feed me. Which is illegal and I would get re-re-placed yet again asap. So yah. Despite my horrendous hosting experience, I believe and I hope that my European travels prove to be worth it.
Currently 11:20 as I write this sentence. And ironically I have 6 paragraphs of French due tomorrow morning that I have yet to start..
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