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I got a 14 on the test!!!!!!!!!!!! I just looked at my handy dandy guide and found out that's a B! (An 11 is a C... I'm pretty sure it's an F minus in America.) I did better than some of the girls who have been studying French for 8 years, so I'm good. I also got a "great progress" on my test. For all who worried, my mother informed me that she would love me even if I got a zero, which is good because if I got a zero I wouldn't love me.

Last night we watched Sex and the City in French, which was strange but I was able to follow along pretty well. Sexy is the exact same word in French, in case anyone was wondering. We've begun watching movies every night. Now that my final exam has been completed, we no longer have homework. It's quite fabulous.

We've also begun having "family dinners" where Molly, Mimi (the Morrocan girl in my foyer) and I all eat together. I found out that I apparently have a talent for making omelettes (I think I'm spelling that in French instead of English. Are they the same?! I can't remember words anymore). I can't flip them in the pan to save my life, but they always taste good. Actually, the vegan (or Steven, as some call him) is really good at flipping omelettes. He claims he worked at a breakfast place, but I think he eats eggs when no one's looking.

I love the food here. I would eat all day everyday if I could. If I come back fat, you'll all know why. I know the pronouncation of all the French pasteries by now. I never get to buy them, really, but occasionally I splurge. I don't know what the French do to their food, but things taste better here. Ok, that's a lie. I do know what they do to the food. It's all natural and whatnot (Steven likes to talk about this and about how American food is corrupt and how the dairy industry is evil... I kind of stop listening after the first sentence).

This Friday I go to Nice for Carnival! Carnival is the French equivalent of Mardi Gras (except theirs lasts for more than just a day because the French know how to have a good time), so there will be lots of partying. I've already decided that for Lent I'm giving up English. Well, not on this blog or in emails, but when I talk to people here. All the American students have been informed and will have to suffer through my bad French for the next few weeks. I'm pretty much going to be giving up speaking for Lent, so I think God should give me some extra points. I think you get time off on Sundays, so those will be my days of not shutting up.