Lost in the Middle of France

You know those McDonald billboards that you see when you are driving that tells you how many miles it is till the next McDonalds? Yeah, well, I have always had a certain dislike for them. I don’t know exactly why, but it has always confused me why anybody would...

My Thanksgiving

Today was my first Thanksgiving away from home. Yet, I did not spend it alone. My friend, Olivia, who is from Atlanta, Georgia (HOW COOL IS THAT?), and I went to a restaurant before French class today to celebrate Thanksgiving. I got the turkey with chestnuts, salad,...

Ma Gorge

“J’ai mal à ma gorge” is the phrase that I learned this week. Being sick in a foreign country is not fun. I don’t like this part of growing up because all you want is your mother when you are sick, but I only had her face in a technological box...

That Time I Almost Died

I remember it being hard to breathe. Well, I mean I could breathe a little, but it hurt. And my throat felt like someone had taken a cup full of sand from the Serengeti and poured it down my throat. The panic on my aunt and uncle’s face frightened me as my uncle...

Stories Are Like Bread

Canto XII of Dante’s Inferno Do you know what I like about stories? Stories are like bread. Mmmm… bread.  Warm fresh bread right out of the oven. Right out of the pan. Can you see it? Can you see the steam rising as you cut yourself a slice? As you spread...

one. more. minute.

I just wish I could go back to when I was so eager to walk through those doors. They say I can come back, but it’s not the same. Why are you making me move on?  I can’t do this. He says but you have no choice. Time stops for no man. Or woman for that matter. 79. I...