This morning I was back home yesterday evening ... it has become even a bit later and I spent last week with my host mother. Breakfast was nothing I could ... last night we ate so much that I now get nothing down. Alone at the sight of I already eat is bad. The morning was spent at home and as I said is gone relatively quickly over. I have sometimes made with my host mother is a Cuchaule, the Freiburg saffron bread. For lunch we had Krischpfannkuchen because we have so many cherries. Since I had to force you to get down from ... but the hunger is gone since last night.
a clock for the last time I rode the bus to Fribourg and have all done what I had to do yet. So I was at Coop and I have many sheets and folders with this cool Swiss square size purchased. Then a couple of unimaginative gifts were for the Germans in my pocket and my journey went on to the UBS. I closed my account and exchanged my francs into euros!
was done as all that, I'm still gone to the last two lessons. And then I had my meeting with the Proviseur, that director. He has given me a school certificate and a certificate, which should no better francophone see. But Monsieur has not said that I've worked all exchange students this year at best and have the best progress with the best results. : D: D How should then be the other? As a farewell, I will receive a book via the College and for a "Bise" I could go.
We were with some people from my class who wanted to drink ... then sign it and suddenly we will run Uldry übern way, the history teacher! The same is then written something and also said again that I was an exchange student noticed not really very good indeed and would be .... Hehe ^ ^
then was the last time chorus. Shit ... I had been so scared ... the last sample. It was still, I've never enjoyed even in this wonderful choir sing ... but then it went to Marcello and continued singing. It was so bad ... and especially Chante en mon coeur ... there was no more ... sniff. Everything is over ... oh man ... it was terrible ... such beautiful songs ... (Lulu, j'espère que tu va m’envoyer ce chant!!!) Ich hatte mich gegen den Alkohol entschieden… was wohl ein Fehler war, vielleicht hätte ich dann etwas mehr gelacht. Einer nach dem Anderen… alle sind sie nach Hause gefahren… ich bin geblieben… Irgendwann waren wir nur noch vier Leute… Lucile, Philippe, Adrien und ich… und es ging auf die Mitternacht zu. Adrien und ich hatten noch die Chance den letzten Bus bis Villars zu bekommen und dann nach Hause zu laufen… aber Philippe hat uns netterweise mitgenommen. Dann kam der schwerste Abschied überhaupt… och man, das ist doch alles unfair. Alles ist so toll und man wird wieder herausgerissen.
Naja… um halb eins oder eins oder so war ich zu Hause und habe noch lange nicht geschlafen… alles so scheiße! Das einzige was mich grade motiviert ist, das ich im August wieder komme! Naja… alles Gute hat mal ein Ende!
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