Average.

Shouldn't be writing now. Should be sleeping.
Came home at 2 pm.
Forgot to turn on the lights.
Realized I was sitting in the dark at about 5:30.
Didn't do anything about it.
Reading a book about Americans in the Second World War.
It's good.
So bored...

^ Mmmm, kroket. Lekker. ^
Learning French online.
Bonjour.
Need to work on online English class.
Need to do grocery shopping.
Need to go to the gym.
Dropped my tweezers in the toilet.
Retrieved/washed them.
Watched the end of a dumb romantic comedy.
Ate some Pringles.
Need to wash my sweater.
A cute baby drooled on it.
And other stuff.
A few days ago I was running down a sand dune really fast.
Too fast.
Fell face first into the sand, then did a flip.
With my face.
Never going on a slope again.
De dagelijkse sleur.
Sick of Youtube.
Sick of facebook.
Sick of my computer.
It costs 12 cents to take the tram from the station to my school.
It costs 90 cents to take the tram from my school to the station.
What?
I'm just going to walk.
Going to Delft with some girls Friday.
'Girl' in French is 'fille'.
New hobby: making little men out of aluminum foil.
Many people here think everyone in America is religious and owns a swimming pool.
Apparently, I am not a typical American.
I do not understand people with a British accent.
Law and Order England Edition?
Thank you, Dutch subtitles.
Dutch test Sunday.
...
I don't hate anything.
I dislike some things.
I'm afraid of some things.
I don't understand everything.
But I don't hate anything.
I've been afraid of beauty since as long as I can remember.
When I was little, I would start to tear up if I heard a word that was a connotation of beauty, like 'heart'.
I ride the tram 10 times a week.
And who's that person sitting next to me?
I've never met them.
I don't know their name.
I don't know what they ate for breakfast, or if they even did.
I don't know of their regrets and I don't know of their accomplishments.
I don't know if they're late for work.
I don't know who they love the most,
and I don't know if I'll ever see them again.
So many people, so many things.
What am I going to do with my life?
Maybe I should learn to dance.
Tot ziens,
Emily

The First and LAST Time

I thought I'd just tell you about my day, because it was pretty eventful.
Woke up, did the usual routine. As I was leaving the house, Matthias told me to text him if the kids at school didn't want to play with me. Anne-Laure climbed behind the curtain to wave to me from the window. Took the tram / walked to school. Went to geology, then economy, nothing special. Talked to some friends. Ate an orange.
Then I went to gym, which was actually pretty fun today. We played dodgeball, then soccer, and then.... well....
We had to jump over a mat. I mean, four people held this thick gymnastic mat straight up, and the rest of us had to get a running start, jump, grab the top, then hoist ourselves over it and land on the mats on the ground. I was just thinking, "Oh no, I'll never make it over that!!" But when it was my turn, I thought, "Okay, it's now or never!" I started running, gained some speed, and when I was almost to the the mat, someone shouted, "JUMP!" So I jumped. Face first, into the mat, with my arms over my head. I looked like a pannenkoek. Everyone laughed, but not in a mean way. I think it just looked sort of... well, hilarious. Tried again. Didn't make it.
Anyways, I got back in line to attempt another time, and this time I did make it! Sort of. Well, I made it to the mats on the other side, anyways. But when I jumped and hoisted myself, the people holding it lost their grip and it all sort of fell down. Nice...
One of the boys told the mat holders to tilt it the long way, and a few kids actually made it over. I was pretty impressed, but not exactly inspired to try it myself.
Ate a sandwich. At lunch I was told that there would be a student demonstration on a nearby field that I had always thought was just abandoned. The demonstration was at 2:00pm, so I had to ask my English teacher if I could leave. She told me that I shouldn't be asking to leave school for a protest, because that's what you're supposed to do for a protest. But she made me and the other kids stay, just to explain that if we left, we'd miss a chance to raise our grade, but that it was our choice. Since I've received nothing but A's in English class, I decided to leave.
I followed a couple of boys to the field, and when they saw me they said,
"Emily, YOU'RE going to the demonstration???"
Me:"Yes."
Them: "Why?"
Me: "For fun."
Boy 1: "We just said we were going so that we could go home from school. Just go home. Sit on the couch and eat chips."
Me: "....Huh?"
Boy 1: "This protest isn't going to be a fun thing. There are going to be three kinds of people there: those who really are against the 3,000 euro cost for spending an extra year at university, those who just go for fun, and those who just want to screw around. There are going to be policemen there, too."
Me: "Why policemen?"
Boy 1: "In case the crowd gets out of hand. Don't you know about these things? It happens all the time. People get hurt at protests."
Me: "By the police?"
Boy 1: "Yeah, sometimes. I mean, they have sticks with them, to hit people. Say, if someone has a gun or something. But, well, probably nobody will have a gun here."
Me: "So is this.... dangerous?"
Boy 1: "Yeah, it's pretty dangerous. I mean, say someone tries to run away, and then a stampede happens and people get trampled."
Boy 2: "Well jeez, don't scare her..."
*Field comes into view, along with parked police cars and an ambulance*
Boy 1: "See, I told you. There's already an ambulance. So this is your last chance to walk away."
*They walk towards the crowd on the field, even though they told me they were going home, which I found strange.*
Me: *Seriously considers leaving. Sees two girls from school heading towards crowds. Follows them.*
Me: "Hey!"
Girls: "Hey!"
Me: "Is this dangerous?"
Girls: "No."
Me: "Why is there an ambulance?"
Girls: "Well, look at how many people there are. If something happens, they're already here."
Me: "Boy 1 said it was dangerous."
*We walk over to some other kids from school. The Boys 1 and 2 are there.*
Girls: "Boy 1, what have you been telling her???"
Boy 1: "Uhhh..."
Teacher: "Emily, never listen to Boy 1."
Me: "Okay."
*Girls pull me deeper into crowd.*
Some guy on the stage taught us a song that went something like this:
"3,000 euros, is that really necessary?
Here are students standing in the cold.
Hey, policemen, take a look at yourselves,
It's a new 2011."
People weren't so happy when some guy who supported the student costs came out to talk. Imagine thousands and thousands of Dutch people droning, "blaaaaah blaaaaaaaah blaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh" and doing the hand motion, too, while he talked.


GIFSoup

It was pretty fun there on that not-so-abandoned field. There were people from all over the country there, young and old, with huge signs, whistles, bullhorns, and a couple of people had sparklers with them. There was a giant stage and also enormous screens so everyone could see what was going on. I did hear an ambulance siren at one point, but saw no stampede and no policemen with sticks.
However, I did see the police take down a guy as I was walking back to Central Station. He was doing something weird though... I'm not sure what, but I could see he wasn't acting normal. The police just kind of grabbed him and pulled him to the ground. I wanted to get out of there, so I ducked down to get past some people and ended up getting elbowed in the head. But I got home fine.
Did some grocery shopping. This is one of the many "Hamster Weeks" at the Albert Heijn, so 50 items are 2 for 1. Carla told me to buy some herring, because she knows how much I love it. Today marks the first and last time I buy it from there. It just wasn't very fun to eat. Full of bones... ouch.
My toe hurts. It has for like, a week or something.
Sooo anyways, after putting the food away I went to my room, started writing this post, got interrupted by the door bell, went down both flights of stairs, opened the door, took the package, went back up, wrote some more, got interrupted again, went back downstairs, opened the door, let my host family in, then told them I'd be right back. So now I have to go back.
Tot ziens,
Emily

Als Lucky Die een Ijsje Wil

The best way to defend yourself from a two-year-old: stand up.
Well, I threw away my juice boxes. They were starting to get kind of gross... and they would be difficult to wash out. All my (delicious) efforts gone to waste. No matter.
Speaking of juice, I found this yum drink called Milk and Fruit. It's just what it sounds like... a milky fruity drink. And you all said I was crazy when I mixed lemonade in my 2%! Granted they don't have lemon flavor..... and this doesn't curdle... I'll stop there.
Speaking of FRUIT, there's this poster in one of my classrooms with my dad's favorite poem written on it, "This is Just to Say". Makes me think of him when I see it.
More on fruit: I love fruit salad. Fruit salad - yummy yummy!
(If you don't know what I'm referring to, consider yourself lucky 0.o)
...Carla just shoved a bowl of chocolate towards me. I took one. Now she's taunting me.
"You don't HAAAVE to take one, Emily."
This is the same woman who told me that Pringles would be good for me after a workout.
Me: "Why?"
Carla: "Pringles are good for me, so they must be good for you, too."
Matthais: "Pringles aren't good for anyone." *Grabs a handful. Walks away.*
Uhm... if you ever get the chance to ride tram 3, sit in the front, facing the back. (Okay, it's not a real tram, it's like a half tram/train thing.) Anyways, if you look in the back, you can see the other cars swaying as you make turns. Seriously trippy. More awesome than the trippy old Mummy ride at Universal Studios.
Onto a completely different subject...
There's a florist near us, and we bought some flowers from him last week. He really loves his flowers. He works slow and patiently, and ties them up with ribbons and gives his customers instructions on how to care for them. I thought it was really sweet.
There are other nice people, too. My teachers, for instance. I walked into history the other day, and saw that we were taking a test. Since I don't even have the textbooks for my new school yet, the teacher said I could just write an essay. He told me to go on the internet and then write an essay (in English) about why the United States entered World War 1 and what the effects of that were. I have never been an outstanding history student, but you know what? I actually learned something from it. I was really appreciative of that. My teacher liked my essay, too. He read it to the class.
My Dutch teacher is also really kind. He gave me a test to see how good my Dutch was while the rest of the class was taking a normal Dutch test. He probably saw the look of sheer pain on my face because it was so hard. When I turned it in with my eyes down, he said to me,
"You know, even if you had written down absolutely nothing, I wouldn't think you're a dumb girl. I don't think that at all."
That meant a lot to me.
Later I was bored and decided to look up volunteer opportunities on the internet. Found a website that lets you choose the specifics then finds a program for you. I was having some fun and tried to make it as detailed as possible. I choose from the drop down:
Country: Sri Lanka
Work: Fixing Fences
Duration: 3-6 months
I actually came up with 5 results. Interesting...
I feel like really have friends here now. I'm really close to a girl named Jotte who went to America last year on AFS, and just tonight I realized that I was good friends with Elise as well. This Saturday I'm going to both a birthday party and a sleepover Star Wars party.
I put up some videos on my facebook account, if you want to check those out.
Alles goed hier.
Tot ziens,
Emily
(PS: The title is an inside joke between my host mom and I about my dog, Lucky, who likes popsicles and gives me puppy eyes when he wants a lick. I asked her what I should title this, and she told me she had no idea and that she was giving me the same look.)

I Laughed A Lot Today

I don't exactly have a whole lot to say, but my host mom said she likes to read these so I'll just write something down...

New song obsession: Hallelujah. I'm constantly humming it or singing karaoke to it in my room. It's a really beautiful song. In fact, I'm listening to it right now :) I am soo happy at my new school! Everyone is so nice, I already feel at home there.

Last week we had a project. We had to give speeches in English about the rights of children. My group's assignment was to oppose deporting fully naturalized children from the Netherlands. My group won 2nd best group and one of my team mates won best speaker. Dutch kids are so good at English!!!! Seriously, their vocabulary is better than mine sometimes. Anyways, it was a pretty fun week, but tomorrow it's back to normal school.

Last night I stayed up until 5 am watching Tila Tequila's Shot at Love on MTV.nl. Maybe a little pathetic, but it was so interesting! So suspenseful! Then I did a Wikipedia search about her. She never actually started dating the winner of the show. Then she did the show again, and the winner walked away from her right away. Poor Tila, she can never find love. And she seems so sweet on TV. I felt sort of bad for her.

So today I went to Amsterdam with the other AFS kids in my region. It was great to see them all again, and it was such a beautiful day for a walk through the city. They got to meet my three host siblings, which they liked. They said they were impressed by my patience with the little kids. That was nice.

Hey! My host dad promised me a group hug and I never got one!

Oh well, maybe tomorrow. Or whenever he happens to reads this...

You won't get out of this that easily, Matthias! Hahahahah...

By the way, dinner tonight was super delish. (It was beef / cheese stuffed bell peppers with rice and corn....mmmmmmm!) So thanks for the lekker avondeten.

Oh man!!!!!! I'm already half way through my exchange!!! In four days I'll have been here for five months, and I have only until July......... I'm really going to have to start doing more things while I'm here (I mean, better things than watching MTV until the wee hours of the morning).

My host parents laughed so hard at me. This is why:

Carla: When you leave in the summer, the weather will be really nice. We can have a barbecue outside for you and all your friends.

Me: *grumbles* Don't talk about nice weather.

Carla: Why not?

Me: Because I'm leaving pretty much as soon as the nice weather starts.

Carla: But you're going back to California. It's probably even hotter there in the summer than it is here.

Me: I'm only going back for three weeks. Then my family is going on vacation.

Carla: Where are you going...?

Me: Alaska.

Carla: Alaska......?
AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Oh, sorry...........................gggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAHA!

-_______-

Zo is mijn leven.

What should I wear tomorrow....? Ah, whatever, I'll figure it out later.

Why is it that whenever I clean my bedroom it just gets messy again, like, 2 days later?

What should I do after school tomorrow.....? I don't want to just come home and do nothing. I guess I could work on my English class..... or my math homework.... or clean my room (but what's the point of that, really?) or...... draw a picture? Nahh that's not very productive....

Oh yeah, I'm going to a birthday party next Saturday. It's a funny story...

Friend at School: Do you want to go to this girl's birthday party?

Me: What...? Do I have an invitation...?

FaS: (to the other girl) she wants an invitation.

Other Girl: Do you want to come to my party?

Me: Are you inviting me....?

OG: Well, yeah... I mean, I think you're nice, and it would be fun if you came, too.

Me: Wow, thanks! I'd love to come!

(This was a really, really thoughtful thing for this girl to do for me, because I had literally never talked to her in my entire life. I really appreciated it. And I'm looking forward to the party.)

Alright, it's almost 11:30 pm, and I'm pretty tired. Just one more listen to Hallelujah, then off to bed :)

I hope this was entertaining enough for you, Carla.

Tot ziens,

Emily

Wanna Read My Thoughts?

What will you do with 32 Euros?

-Get a one month gym membership?

-Buy a round trip train ticket to Lelystad?

-Order 24 chocolate croissants?

-Or lose it?

(I've done all of the above except for buying two dozen pastries. Although that would be nice.)

And on that note, this is my public and official announcement of my addiction to chocolate.

On my way back from Lelystad, I was the only person in my traincar. Or so I thought. I was convinced for a few minutes that there was a ghost in the car with me. What convinced me of that, you ask? The ghost. I was sitting and reading a book when I heard a woman sharply inhale. But when I looked up, there was nobody. I thought that I probably couldn't see her - maybe she wasn't visible from my seat - so I kept reading. But she kept breathing really hard at random moments. It sounded like she was crying or doing some kind of difficult manual labor. At one point I got up to find her and ask her if she was okay. I looked around the car but I saw nobody. Then I thought to myself, 'Well, maybe it's just the movement of the train car that makes the sound.' But it really really sounded like breathing, so I guess it was the train conductor breathing into the microphone. Now I'll never know.

Rode on the back of a scooter yesterday. Yes, I wore a helmet. It was super fun. Probably the highlight of my week. My friend from my old school was driving it, and he showed me around Lelystad. I saw the remade trade ship Batavia, the famous theatre, Agora, and the hurkende man statue. We also went to a museum about how Lelystad is on a man made piece of land (it used to be ocean, but construction workers on island barracks built dykes and pumped the water out to make more living space). Oh, and we went to McDonald's too. (Dutch kids just lovveeeee "the mac".)

My friend from Brazil is leaving the Netherlands tomorrow. She's done with her year with AFS, and she was crying yesterday because she didn't want to leave.

Decorated my room with posters. I tried to hang some juice boxes off the ceiling to remind me of my room at home, but they all fell down. Maybe I will make a box out of them instead.

Speaking of which, I have 23 juice boxes (I had 24, but I lost one). I bought them all on the same day, put them in my backpack to take home with me, then got lost. Found a lovely path through the forest (a.ka.: I was miserably lost). Ended up on the beach after 3 hours of searching for my house. Seriously considered sitting there and drinking all 24 of the backbreaking juice boxes until somebody came and found me. Decided against it. Called my neighbor, who told me to take a bus home. Got home fine.

Blogger shows me how people end up on my blog, for instance, what they type into Google that leads them to my link. Here are some of my favorites:

"Dutch words for whipped cream dispenser"

"What does oost west mean"

"Emily S Netherlands blog waffels"

"Gum means toothmeat"

"I feel good du nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh"

"Why do my fingers get fat when I go below sea level?"

The acronym for my new school is HML, or Hottest Men Living.

I was marked truant to a class I showed up for. Probably should sort that out...

For some reason I'm never very cold. I sometimes get strange looks on the street or comments from motherly adults (not just my host mom...) about wearing more jackets. But I'm just not very cold. So why do I need more jackets?

I'm starting to get frustrated with the language. I've been here for a while now and I feel like I can speak Dutch pretty well. But I'm still getting comments that bother me. Like, I'll be talking to someone *in Dutch* and then after a few minutes I'll mention that I'm an exchange student from California *in Dutch* and the other person will respond with:

"Ohh, that's nice! Do you speak Dutch yet?" *in English*

---FACE PALM----

Or people will just flat out not understand me. I don't think my accent is horrible. But sometimes I have...........................to.....................speak....................ver-----y................sloooooooooooow-----ly............ for someone to know what I'm saying. Which is annoying, because I know what I'm saying is correct and makes sense.

I need to clean my room now.

...

.....

...

Well that's about as good as it's gonna get.

I have to do some stuff.

Tot ziens,

Emily

"The Smoking Remains of Breakfast"

My host father lowered his hands off his face and looked at me before uttering those words. It really did look like a crash site - seat cushions half on the benches, halves of gnawed rolls strewn about the table, spoons in cups on top of plates, and so many crumbs on the floor that I can't recall if there was a carpet at all. This is because while we were in the Czech Republic on holiday, we were with eight children under age seven, six adults, and me. This is a lot to handle, especially early in the morning.

New Year's Even went surprisingly well. The adults and I sung karaoke in the kitchen of the rental house/hotel room thing until 12:00am, when the fireworks started going off (how the babies slept through this, I will never know) and we stood out there watching for a while, as well as setting off a few of our own (most of which fizzed themselves out before actually popping). Some people even put lamps or candles inside inflated bags and set them loose, which was really pretty. Afterwards, we went inside and had a mad dance party.

I feel like I bonded a lot with my host family during the vacation, especially with the kids. I told my host parents I loved them for the first time on January 1, 2011. Here are some quotes and stories about my host family that I think will give you some more insight into who I am living with for half of 2011:

1.Sebastiaan

Me: Sebastiaan, you are the sweetest boy in the world! The best throughout America, the best throughout the Netherlands, and the best throughout the whole world!

Seb: And Germany, too?

Me:.... Yes, and throughout Germany too.

Woman: Tonight, we are going to eat spaghetti.

Seb: YEAHHHHH WE'REGONNA EATSPATGHETTI, YOU

KNOW, WE'REGONNA EATTHE MOSTDELICIOUS SPAGHETTI IN THE ENTIREWORLD!!!

*eyes glaze over. stares at ceiling. mouth hangs open.*

Me: *thinking* I don't know why I was the only one to laugh.

Seb: HEY! That's MY blanket you're using!

Me: Oh. You're right. Can I borrow it?

Seb: Yeah. Well, actually, you know, you DON'T have to borrow it, because you live with us now, so you can use it too.

Seb: HEYYYY ELISE!! LOOK AT ME! HEYY! LOOK, I'M SITTING ON EMILY'S HEAD! DO YOU SEE ME ON EMILY'S HEAD?!?!?!

2. Elise

E: Do you like to travel by plane or car?

Me: Well... car, I guess. It's not so expensive, and I just like it better.

E: Hmm... I guess it would be expensive if you traveled a lot. But if you went somewhere by plane and stayed for a long time, then it wouldn't be so expensive, right?

Me: You're really smart! That's right!

E: Do you like to speak English?

Me: Yes. It's my mother-tongue. Just like how your mother-tongue is Dutch.

E: No, my mother speaks Flemish.

I really admire Elise. It's fun to watch her interact with other

kids. Other kids GIVE her authority, and she's really good at including everyone. She makes up games on the spot, makes up rules, and makes sure everyone understands before playing. She's also an excellent comforter. If a baby is crying, she tells him that everything will be alright. She's beautiful and she knows it, and I'm proud of her for that. She says really mature things that I'm pretty sure other kids her age never even think about.

3. Anne-Laure

A-L: Can we do a puzzle?

Me: Sure.

A-L: *dumps puzzle on floor*

Me: Do you want some help?

A-L: Just do it for me. *watches for a while. walks away.*

A-L: ilostmypacifier.

Carla: What did you say?

A-L: ilostmypacifierrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Carla: I can't understand you.

Me: She said she lost her pacifier.

A-L: YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK!!! ONLY MAMA'S ALLOWED TO TALK!!!

Carla: Did you lose your pacifier?

A-L *whimpers* yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh

Me: I think it's under her chair.

A-L: YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK!!! ONLY MAMA'S ALLOWED TO LOOK!!!

Me: Oh.

(Carla says she's testing me)

A-L: Can I have a bite?

Me: No.

A-L: ...... Can I have a bite?

Me: No.

A-L: Yes I can.

Me:.... Okay, you can have a little bite.

(Let's put it this way - When Anne-Laure is sweet, she's the nicest girl ever. She'll hug you and kiss you and play with you. But, when she's cranky, she's pretty darn cranky.)

4. Carla

I'll never forget when Carla was going through her wedding photo album with me while sitting on the couch drinking beer and eating leftover cheese from a previous fondue party. She immediately became cool person #1.

C: Matthias, you know that Emily is a little bit dumb, right?

Mat: Yes.

Me: What?!?!?

C: Yup.

C: Roman was looking for you all day!

Me: Really? No he wasn't. Lies! All of them!

C: Okay, you're right, he wasn't.

Me: Carla, the only quotes I can think of for you are those of you bullying me.

Carla: I don't bully you. What? Do I bully you? No.

5. Matthias

Mathias and I had a very interesting drive back from the Czech vacation, particularly when we had to drive through Poland. I was the designated, "keep whoever is driving awake" passenger, so actually, I only got 30 or less minutes of sleep last night during the 12 hour drive from CZ to NL. But anyways, here is a recount of what happened while driving through Poland:

Me: I don't understand this street sign. Why is she holding a giant lollipop?

Mat: That's a crossing guard.

Me: Oh.

Me: I know what you do for work, but what do you actually do AT work?

Mat: Well, my job is to --

Me: ghhhheeeheheheeehhe....

Mat: ..... I have to figure out whether --

Me: ghhhhhhaaaaahahahhahhahahahah! Sorry! Keep going, yes?

Mat: .... Right, well, I have to --

Me: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA!!!

Mat: I do hope you're laughing at that street sign we just passed, and not at my job.

Me: Yeah, I was laughing at the sign.

Mat: That was a pretty weird sign, I have to admit.

*Silence*

*About 15 street signs appear on one side of the road, one after another*

Me: ....That's a lot of street signs......

*Silence*

Both: .......gggggggggggggghhahhahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAH!!

(things are funnier when you're tired, I guess)

Me: I don't understand signs like that. I mean, thanks for telling me where I'm NOT, but where exactly AM I?

Mat: That means you're leaving one village and entering the next. You probably just don't notice the signs that have no stripe through it at the beginning of a village. Look, there's one now. Now we're in this village. Understand?

Me: Ohhh... yes. (10 seconds later) But look, there's another one with a stripe! It's the same name.

Mat: ..... Well, that was literally a five house village.

Me: WHAT WAS THAT? A BEAR?

Mat: No, I think it was a boar.

Me: A boar?

Mat: Yes, a boar. We almost hit it.

Me: If we had, we would have had dinner for the next four nights. We could have just attached it to the roof with all the other stuff.

Both: ghahhahahhaahha.

*A few hours later, in Germany*

Mat: Did you hear that?

Me: It sounded like a dog.

Mat:........ Maybe it was the boar.

Me: Oh no!! We didn't fully kill it!

Mat: It's coming to get revenge!

Both: AHHHHH!

Mat: ...Oh wait, it's just the tires.

The day after tomorrow, I'm going to my new school.

So now I'm looking forward to the rest of my year with my Welcome, AFS, Dutch, Host Family.

There is nowhere else I would rather be.

Tot ziens,

Emily