yoyo part 2

The weekend AFS continued and as tradition goes everybody brought a dish from his or her country. The last weekend I had tried to make burritos but not finding the right ingredients they were a bit disastrous. This time I looked online for some dessert recipes and found tres leches, mmmm, which looked délicieux, but seeing as my skills in the kitchen range from bagel and cream cheese to scrambled eggs I decided to go with an easier version. And after one cake in the trash, I finally had it down and the second was parfait!

Towards the end of February my French class went to a play, Les Chaises by Ionesco. This play seemed to drag on and on even though theater is one of the more easy things to understand in a different language. The cast is made up of two people, an old married couple who are having many friends over who are going to hear a man speak and give the meaning of life at the end of the evening. The play goes for two hours as the old couple continuously brings chairs onto the stage while welcoming all of their imaginary guests. At the very end of the play, the man arrives and with all eyes on him he speaks in gibberish, creating no comprehensible words or sentences and then the curtain closes.  Even though this play was quite ennuyeux in the moment, it really did get me thinking.

In class we were reading a few books by Marguerite Duras and although beautifully written and very interesting, they are so extremely hard to understand and take much concentration on my part. When the school dance came around, offering a break and fun with my friends, I was thrilled. Everyone met a few blocks from school and giant group by group we got on buses and drove thirty minutes outside of Chateauroux to a nightclub, L'Amazone, in La Chatre. The club was packed with kids, loud music, crazy lights, and of course an outside square for people to smoke. Even though the atmosphere was so different from the school the dances that I have been to, there was a feeling so familiar in the air. The feeling of disappointment after building an imaginary picture of what the night should have been. I guess that can sometimes be universal. We danced and danced and I eventually gave in and kicked off my heels, what can I say. At about 3am we took the bus home, slept for a few hours and got up to go to our last day of classes before two very much needed weeks of vacation.