Our trip to India

Guess why today was so fun...! Because we didn't do anything at school! We don't have any "serious" subjects on Fridays (like Maths or English). The only things we have are CSL, Music, Art, Special, Geo and  Science.

In CSL we were "watching" a video about drugs... It was some fat American guy talking in the most annoying accent and voice! Yasmin and I were "taking notes" on my iPad. 

In Art I didn't do anything either since I finished all my work last week. I made purple using paint and went crazy about how amazing it was. Our teacher hates our class because we never do anything productive and "watch disgusting inappropriate videos that you can watch at home" (- Mr. Woodbridge's quote). 

At lunch Mr Woodbridge sat with us. He's never sitting with us again...... :-/

We had an assembly after lunch. It was all in French and... It sucked like all the other assemblies we had (except the one we ditched).

Our Science teacher is on a trip and we had Mr Hitz as a substitute. We were supposed to be doing an experiment, but no one knew what we were doing exactly. Franny and I ended up having water fights.

During the second period of Science more than half of our class was gone to do the debate. The rest of us were on our phones, tablets and laptops, playing games or taking pictures and posting them on Facebook.

The best part of the day was after school.

Yasmin, Franny and I found out that our classroom was unlocked and decided to stay in there. We acted out being in English class and ended up sitting on the floor at the back of the room (aka "the Hell No! club"). Sadly, we got cought and had to leave.

After going to the top of the Grenier we went up to the Cervin auditorium that was unlocked too!!! There were whiteboard markers so we wrote stuff on the white board. There was also a piano and we were singing (Franny's amazing black voice) and playing. 

Next to the door there was a projector and a computer on a desk. We logged into the computer (the password was written on the computer itself) and turned the projector on. Franny found pictures of Taj Mahal and projected it onto the wall. I took a photo of us in front of it...

Imagine if M Peron finds out and (for some random reason) we get sent to his office again. What would the letter home be like? "Yasmin and two friends sneaked into the learningwhateverarea unsupervised, hacked the computer and using their electronic device took photos in front of a building that they projected on a wall..."

On our way to Simply (we were late) Yasmin and I decided that if they ask us why we are late we would tell them that we just came back from our trip to India. Zoum!

After Simply, I quickly put my shoes on since I didn't want to be late to the train. I saw my mum standing outside so I opened the front door and saw..... My dad was standing there. It took me a couple of moments to think about it. At first I thought that he wasn't real, but... Oh my! That was him.

Dad said that he's going to Paris by car and he was passing by Geneva. He gave us a lift home and left.

I was speechless... 

School was actually fun! (I don't sound like myself.....)

Yay! Vacation is finally over! I would never say that, but my 'Ski week' was horrible. Every day I would wake up at (or past) midday, I would have my breakfast/lunch and I would spend the whole day playing minecraft, watching the dumbest YouTube videos and skyping my cousin.... My mum would always tell me to go outside, but I would refuse. She made me go shopping with her twice. The first time it was very cold and it was snowing. The second time we, according to my mum, were 'just going to go to the city centre, come back and buy some food', but our 'little walk' took us three hours. By the time we got home, it was past 6, so all the food shops were closed...
On Sunday, I went to Lausanne to watch ballet. I thought  Mum never told me about that, but she said that she got the tickets in December and would tell me quite often. For me, it was a surprise.
I didn't get mad at first. I love ballet! I even started looking forward to that trip, but it ended up being something totally unexpected.
Mum found this website with all the information about what we were going to see. It was divided into three parts and none of it was going to be classical ballet. From the very start I knew that I wasn't going to enjoy it since modern ballet is just like rhythmic dancing. It has no sense or story and to me it is just horrible.
But that wasn't it!
The third section of the ballet was a premier, so there was nothing about it on the website that my mum has shown me.
The second section was Ravel's Bollero. 'Well,' I thought, 'at least I can just listen to the music.' There was going to be a Russian ballerina and I guess that's why my mum wanted to see. There was also a video of it. As I watched it I just thought to myself 'What. The. Hell.' Find it and watch it..... Seriously.......
The first one was going to be..... Indian...... Yes..... Indian...... The story of it is about the Hindu gods and it was going to be to traditional indian music.......
The car trip didn't take us that long, although we arrived quite early.
I could NOT BEAR the first part..... The music was SERIOUSLY getting on my nerves..... There were strange costumes and weird dancing. It started off with men in white robes walking around the stage doing the lotus flower with their hands. They sat down in a meditating position with their hands to their chest. It made me think of one pound fish where they want it to look indian, but failing..... My ears and head were about to expload...... That music was the most annoying thing EVER!!! They would also sing!!! Why do all indians have this very annoying vibrato in their voice?! Ugh!!!
The second one didn't have any music at all. It sounded like some guy didn't know how to play electric guitar, so it sounded like a cat was being tortured. One women was supposed to be representing the main character from Breakfast at Tiffany's, but failing. It was HORRIBLE!!!
I closed my eyes halfway through the third part. I leaned on my mum's shoulder and was very close to falling asleep. The music made me happy.
So that's why I was happy to be back at school!
The first two periods of sports were.... Well..... Nothing special about them. We played badminton, ping pong ( I failed) and  volleyball.
How happy I was to be back in English class *coughNOTcough*. Yasmin was making faces at me and scratching herself with scissors (?). But now we made a bet about it. In return I have to sit next to her until May. Yes, May..... I don't know how we're going to do this, since Mrs Manchala always tells us to go to our normal seats.....
(In the second period of English we had to find the meanings of certain words and explain how they're related to the book we're reading. One of them was stereotype. I can't get over that time we went trick or treating.....)
After English, we had history and after history, it was lunch. I was telling my friends about that horrible experience at the theatre...
Nothing interesting happened after, but, overall, it was very fun.

THE worst day ever

If last week was the best week of the school year, yesterday was probably the worst day of my life. It was also Pongal and Makar Sankrati in India.
I was very excited on my way to school, but then, I realised that the first period was sports. Last week sports was fun, but this week it was the opposite. We had to do what they call "gymnastics". It's basically front rolls, back rolls, cartwheels, etc. I can not do any of these so the coach was lecturing me about how imortant it is to make decisions in life. "If you have a difficulty in your life are you gonna ignore it?" My response to his lecturing was "Well, there's life and there's sports class. It's different, you see?"
The day before yesterday Yaz and I were preparing for the following day. In our minds we were practising the whole day. I even packed myself a picnic lunch. We also took hair pins, so we could open locked doors as they do in movies.
We checked the music rooms, but all of them were locked. So, we went to the auditorium and realised that both doors were locked. We tried using hair pins. It doesn't work in real life, trust me! We wanted to "break in", but instead we "broke". I mean that instead of opening the door, the pin got stuck in the key hole. We took in out, but some of the paint stayed inside.
We didn't give up and tried opening the fire escape door. To our surprise it was locked and there wasn't even a door knob you could hold on to.
So we went back to class. And guess what class it was? It was English!!! The worst subject in the world!!! Yasmin and I sat together (even though our teacher gets mad at us when we do). I guess we made her happy by wishing her a happy Pongal.
English was meant to be for studying for the vocabulary test we were going to have later that day. I knew most of the words and could easily guess the meanings of those I didn't know. So Yaz and I started preparing for our duet rehearsal. We also doodled in our agendas.
The next thing was history. Yasmin asked Mr Woodbridge if he can let us practise during history. He agreed, but Mme Roussel, my history teacher, didn't.
At lunch, we checked the music rooms once again, but all of them were occupied. We wanted to see the security guard (we call him The Dog) to ask him if he has the keys to the auditorium. He said he didn't. The one who had the keys was this mean guy who we didn't want to talk to.
So we checked the music rooms over and over again, but the people wouldn't leave. We even checked the changing room, but it was locked.
So, disappointed, I went to get hot lunch and got this pumpkin thing (whatever that was) on my dress!
Furious, we ran outside, shouting that we were depressed. Luckily for us, the music rooms were free. We came in and started singing the song we are going to do for Ammy. We did quite well, but our voices weren't the best.
Since we missed homeroom, the next thing we had was languages. I had a German test that I didn't know about!!! How could that day get any worse? The teacher corrected the test straight away. I got a B.
After German, we had English (AGAIN!). This time Ms Manchala didn't allow us to sit together (sad face...). Yasmin told me that she failed the test. I think I did quite well (at least I didn't fail).
Yasmin borrowed her mum's phone for the day. It had the school wifi code in it, so we could use it to go on youtube and listen to the song we were practising. Yasmin never brings any electronics to school so she's not quite used to carrying it around.
Last recess we wanted to go to the music room because during Period 8 we had to sing the song to our music teacher. On our way out we forgot to take our jackets, so we camу back inside for them. Yasmin doesn't have pockets, so she had her mum's phone in her hand. She didn't notice Mr Barrow (the main "phone-confiscator" of the school) standing by. He told Yasmin that she will get it confiscated. We started telling him that it wasn't her phone and that she couldn't give it to him. He accused us for arguing and sent us to what we call "Alice's Wonderland" (the discipline office).
Alice there, talking to two boys, while pictures of little kids appeared on the screen of his computer. We stood there for at least 20 mins. At last, he let us come in.
We kept telling him that Yasmin needed the phone, but he wouldn't let us speak. His face was bright pink. He was shaking.
We were trying to sound as calm and as polite as possible.
"WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT ME?" screamed Alice. "I'M NOT SHOUTING AT YOU!"
There was nothing we could do, but apologise. He was the one shouting, not us, but he wasn't even listening to us!
"YOU WON'T LET ME TALK!" interrupted Alice. In reality, it was the opposite. He was the one not letting us talk.
He told us to get out and keep the phone in a very rude way, accusing us for being disrespectful.
On our way to class we saw Mrs Gilbert looking for us. She was very angry and asked us where we were.
During the rehearsal we were almost crying. It wasn't my best singing since my throat was dry.
Next step was maths class. As we rushed to class, we shouted how depressed we are, scaring the people around us. And then it hit us.... We had to bring a ruler, a compass and a protractor. We had neither of these things, so we could not do anything...

Moral: do not celebrate Indian festivals!