Danielle Sieverling Nreca

A taste vacation. Between

DS philo finished (= missed), I felt the wind blowing vacation. Tomorrow, I will conclude at noon, then I have no classes on Friday (well okay, Alsace has some advantages). I am so expected this holiday ! Starting in Paris and London provided, finally. However, I must wait for me to work, yes. Because the last time it was not really what I did and if I am falling behind ... Mamma mia, the pan, it will be bloody. Already we finished only 3 or 4 days before D-day (test philosophy to start. Currently, the philosophy is everywhere, and when it was better not speak) ... I do not know what to say but I wanted to write. Sometimes I feel this urge to ask me at my screen and let my fingers run over the keyboard. Until the words come, and they do not always come. Here, for example I could denounce the canteen. Yes, that's right, the canteen.

The canteen is a place where the threat is constantly scolds. Before the door in the tail of the self, and came up. At the door, for fear assails us: what will you one eat? More chips? In the tail of the self, because you see the dishes arrive and that if more chips. Later, because "p *****, I ate too much, I can not digest, I overdosed on chips, poke me!". Yes, the canteen is a specialist chips, even fat in general. For example, today, entering cautiously in the locality and watching, panicking around me. Tables, chairs watching you their vicious little eyes (Wow, it's gone wrong this afternoon). I undertake in the tail, a lump in his stomach, I take my tray to color filthy cutlery to cleanliness questionable (sisi), I slowly slide the tray back on track (of death EHE). I arrive at the panière bread. I take a slice, hesitant, since when is there? And then, a yogurt, taking care to watch the expiration date. And then the main course stands before me, or rather the menu: club sandwich and fries. Noooooo. Friiiiiiiiiites not. Monday I ate, I ate last Wednesday, then oh so last Monday ... Conclusion: I anymore. I like it, but too many kills fried fries. In short, club sandwich = kebab. I discovered with horror the deception. Fried kebab. I say "luckily the food is done by dietitians (they say) because melba sauerkraut every day, no way." Luckily, the white sauce (you wonder why) and onions are separate. I ask that fries, in a voice firm and steady. Then I see the piece of bread with chicken and salad in (and a tomato!) And I say "Go, take this. You're only asking no sauce and no onions." That's what I did. Oh great affliction, no ketchup (yes, they prefer to invest in OUR for a TV for teachers in the staff room. I still do not know what it is used to scroll images from unclean). I take. And I would not have. The chicken with herbs, and especially cold. In short, not good. French fries, drinking, but after a while we quite sure what it tastes a. I hardly finished my plate and started my yogurt with pineapple and there is the passage "where's Waldo?" version of "Where's the pineapple?". I take a drink of water (limestone) and finish this wonderful meal worthy of a Parisian McDonalds (at a place that shall remain nameless). I submit my set, I go out, I breathe, I wonder if I will vomit. Then I go philosophy. Fried kebab philosophy before. The alliance bad. And you know how much we pay for a meal? More than 5 euros. MORE THAN 5 EUROS! I leave you to ponder.

It's from the PC, even in kindergarten I eat in the canteen. I hoped to escape in Terminal, not even. Twice a week I suffered this torture. Or rather, let's say I renew the culinary and gastronomic tests to develop my critical thinking. But hey, it's been since I was 3 years that I developed my critical thinking. They could perhaps start doing something not drinking? And if it is safe, at least palatable and somewhat balanced. Oh sure, there are attempts: endive, salsify, Brussels sprouts, julienne vegetables-with-des-not-cooked vegetables, etc.. Seriously ... Who in their right mind eat it?

Lori Ann Rottonronald Stewart Howze

few drops of rain ...

The weather, it goes back and it's done any little things (Claude, if you are among us ...). Suddenly he is fine, suddenly it's ugly. Suddenly he's hot, a sudden it's cold. Therefore, an existential question arises every morning when I wake up: What shall I wear? Well, okay, it's not quite true. I think about at night before sleep, just to put me in a state of extreme anxiety (who said crazy?). In the morning, on waking, I wonder 1) if I want to go to the toilet (it breaks the myth eh? I bet you do the same, not lie:)), 2) do I get hungry? (Yes, morfale in power), 3) I now get up at 6:30, or is what I get up there at 6:40, or is what I expect it to be 42? (Everyone has a hope of going back to sleep, even for 2 minutes, if so). Anyway, the purpose of this article was not to show the world (that is to say to some readers who follow me) my mental disability. Besides, I do not even remember why I wanted to do this article ... AH, though. To speak of something right away just under jouasse.

I realized this year and last year, I was much happier out of high school. It's not even a matter of course, or teachers, it's about students. This constant feeling that the sector is populated by morons ES in power who have nothing else to fuck to make fun of others because it is not this, not this or that way too. In fact, the ES are rejected. If it is true. Note that I'm in ES and therefore I am making a generalization. There are still good people in this industry, and one day they will vanquish (AHA). What annoys me most is that they select (Like S, it must be said) the materials that interest them and abandoning others. They focus solely on ITS and even if the math is factor 5, they would completely tap (they certainly hope to catch up on the philosophy ... They are funny these small ES). It's pretty frustrating when you really love math. When you love languages, when you can enjoy a course in philosophy (although we still do not understand how an essay, but that's a detail) to see these primates swing gates that are anything but funny, mumuse style to I-am-still-in-6-th-and-I assume. Then later, they were surprised to receive a 6 in maths "Yet I worked ma'am, I do not understand Madame," the dirty notes in German "but ma'am, I was not off-topic here (I was that guy who said it was able to glean 1.5 points. Life is not fair).

So now, I feel so much better at home, I feel so much better outside of school. At least I'm on the net and I can chat with people who really have something to say, who can speak French and have a minimum of culture. Because writing Konsusius instead of Confucius is serious (I'm not saying that everyone should know that it is just one example among many others). With that, and now that I spit my venom, I thank you (maybe) read to the end and I'm going away for new adventures (that is to say, a fascinating essay in philosophy. Wonderful).

Diaper Shower Baseball Theme

Here comes the good times.

I could not bring myself to abandon this blog. I like the font too, then this pseudo, birdsofmay, dear to my heart without my knowing why. So I'm back for your pleasure, obviously. Since that time, I would have so much to tell, but for fear of boring you, I do not tell that part.

1) I'll start with the course because that's what traumatized me the most these days. First, on March 20 signed my death warrant, I mean finally, the future of my future. PDB closed its doors. It's sad, but true. As FB says (yes FB can sometimes say things smarter, not kidding): "Admission Post-Bac or decide your life in just a few clicks. Exactly. It is truly aware that our 'life' hangs by a few measly clicks, than a website. And it's a little scary. Why? Because IT is not immune to hacking and other tricks of style. In truth, it is left to a computer to do the job TECNICONTROL our future. Ponder well on this. Soon we will vote even via the internet (hello abuse). Anyway, the vows are closed, the records normally sent (if my school has decided to do so). It will remain a great mystery that, my school has wanted to send files CPGE. It makes me more pinball PDB limit, it said.
Apart from that, there are also the results of Bac Blanc. Well listen, I was rather pleased EHE. I was not expecting at all these notes, but I will not spit on it (especially when you see the class average is 10.9 and that 6 out of 18 did not had a BB). Then the third quarter began and there is the big release. It's not good, I know, but who did not? (Okay, there are plenty who still work like nerds. Not me aha).

2) My social life is a desert that stretches out of sight, which we see neither the beginning nor the end. My social life = FB and Twitter. Pathetic is not it? Okay I'm exaggerating, when I go a little outside I face the outside world (wildlife and stinking - to believe that people do not know about the soap). Otherwise, I recently went to see Shutter Island. I admit I was a little disappointed. The film was certainly quite respectful of the book, but he at least held its breath. It lacked a little something. Perhaps a bit of action was a little "flat" so to speak. I suggest you read the book, for those who liked or even disliked the film. Now that it is seen, I must go see ABSOLUTELY Alice in Wonderland. The criticisms are varied. I do not expect a masterpiece, from what was said, but it can be an opportunity to have a good time. Similarly, The arnacoeur seems to go see a movie. Some friends went and they literally adored then why not? It will soon have to I create a special kitty movie because then it will be possible.

3) materialist side-dollar-like-to-the-shops-even-if-I-not-for-money, I made my little shopping on the net (without having bought anything in fact). I'm off to London the weekend of April 10 and so it was quite normal and necessary that I prospected: where to go? In which shops? See what? And so I went to Topshop, River Island etc, etc and I found some nice things (too expensive for my poor wallet). In the end, I think I will simply with a CD and a book (yaouh). Yeah, because you should know that the CD costs VV Brown skin c * l in France when he is 5 pounds in England. WHO SAID THAT EVERYTHING WAS MORE EXPENSIVE IN ENGLAND? Anyway, I'll tell you, of course, this super trip (which I hope will be under the sun - exactly - not in a rain-style it's raining cats and dogs ).
My problem is that I am suffering from fever buyer, I see something I want. I saw Repetto. It's been 5 months that I want. It's been 5 months that I should save. But no money was burning my fingers (mouahaha). I'm sure you understand;).

4) At the moment I read stuff supra-intellectual style Mythology by Edith Hamilton or Small Soldiers journalism François Ruffin. And there you ditez, yeah but no, she did it to the fart and all. Nay dear friends. I read it because I like it. Nevertheless, I confess that throne beside my bed Sex, diamonds and more if affinities ... by Lauren Weisberger. Personality Disorder? I know. In any case, I think not be alone in my head. A bit like everyone does.

I never know how close my articles. So I decided not to conclude (section eh).