The Tale of the Mismatching Shoes
So most of you know that Emily lived at my house for about two weeks. Well, 2 weeks ago, she left. Except some of her things stayed. She pretty much has a shelf in my closet for her stuff. Most of that stuff were things that she didn't actually need, however, she did leave something rather important. One of her gym shoes for school. And guess what? She took one of mine! Before you wonder how this happened, i should probably explain something. First of all, our shoes look pretty much exactly the same. They are the "Benalcazar clown shoes" as I like to call them. They are navy blue and super ugly, with a red and blue beanalcazar seal on them. So its not like she left a pink shoe and took a green one. However, the funny part is that my shoe is about 2 sizes bigger than hers. We only have to wear those shoes twice a week, and the day she left was one of them. So both of our shoes were just lying around the room in random spots and she just grabbed two and put them into her suitcase. She found out that thursday when she had to wear them again, and my shoe was like huge on her. I didn't have school that day, so we didn't get to trade back. In fact, we weren't both at school together on either a tuesday or thursday until this tuesday. And although this wouldn't have been much of a problem for Emily, who was wearing a shoe that was too big for her, it was sort of a problem for me, I was wearing a shoe 2 sizes too small.
The Tale of Friends and American High School Plays
I go to an English-speaking church here, called EFC. And my first week there I met Kelly. Kelly is a 20-something volunteer with a program called youth world. She helps out with an after-school program for kids on the streets. Kelly also helped in the youth group, and she invited me my first time, and I have gone ever since. Well, Kelly went back home to California on Monday. It was hard to let her go, because she has been such a great friend to me, and who knows when I will ever see her again. But the Saturday before she left, the Alliance Academy (the American High School affiliated with my church) did their school play, and Kelly invited me to go see it with her. We met her at the Plaza de las Americas, and then walked to the school. (While Gabi [who ended up coming along too] and I were waiting for her we ate a piece of cake called California, we joked with Kelly that she wouldn't be able to make it home since we ate her state, but I heard from her this week that we must have left some crumbs.) The play was really good. I don't know where I have gotten this impression...but I don't think too highly of high school plays. I mean, maybe I have a biased impression because everyone has told me that OPRF's drama department is at more of a college level, not a high school one. And I am sure everyone is tainted from High School Musical. But anyway, this play was really good. It was mostly improv. (Which means that it wasn't really scripted and the actors made it up as it went along.) It was a retelling of fairy tales. And they were hilarious. It was really fun to watch, and most of the time I couldn't stop laughing. So YAY for the Alliance Academy play!
Ok, so I know that when I started this post I had planned more little stories, but I can't seem to remember what I was going to write, so I guess that the next post will be about thanksgiving. I will try to do that this afternoon.
Peace,
Zoe
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