Musing.

I have taken the past two days to become enamored with mandarin oranges. I don't know why. My host mom bought them, and then made me ate one and now I'm in love.

They're the best things ever. I'll be so sad when they're out of season.

Today was fun. I painted my nails bright red, spun around in the freezing cold with my dog, Xana and just hung around.

I'm kind of irked about something though, not gonna lie. I feel as though since I don't speak French that some of my classmates think I'm unintelligent.

Above everything else, that's what bothers me the most.

Because I'm not unintelligent. I like to think that I'm pretty dang observant and bright and artistic. And it's just irritating that since I don't speak French, they don't understand this about me. The only classmate I've actually had a conversation with is Peter, only because he speaks fluent English. The other times I talk to my classmates are just the little sentences of French that I can muster.

They may think I'm quiet and stuff like that, but they don't know a lot about me.

I listen to the news on my iPod. Most of my favorite music artists start with the letter "S". I'm reading a book about zombies crashing a Jane Austen novel. I love politics. I prefer to skip than to walk. I love belting my favorite songs when I put food into a microwave.

I dunno. It just bugs me that they could be assuming that I'm an idiot. When I'm not.

Alas. Go eat a mandarin orange and thank Mother Nature for the most wonderful tasting fruit in the world.

xx,

Alyce