The Real 'Survivor'

My french class is scary. Some kids got demoted the other day because they weren't good enough, and I'm afraid I'm next. I froze up the other day during this exercise where I was supposed to think of a question to the answer "because our house is right over there." My first response was "why don't you want to buy this house?" but the prof didn't like that answer, so we stared at each other for about a minute and then she gave me an answer that she thought was better. Hopefully I'll do well on the quiz today so I can keep my much-coveted place in French C20.

I'm Cybelle's favorite again! Right now there's me, D, two Russians V and E, and a Czech girl T. Cybelle doesn't like T because she drinks too much and she's a rebel. V and E are out of favor because they locked their room, and when Cybelle was lecturing them on it they rolled their eyes. D's in Paris for the weekend, which means that I'm number 1! No more complaining to everybody else about how I sleep until nine! Oh, yeeah.

I've been really sick of answering the same questions in the same way, so I started to change my answers. I told this drunk guy in the park that I was from London, which went over really well. Apparently I speak French with an English accent, so everybody thinks I'm British anyway. The same day I told these two French guys that I'm from Canada. Unfortunately I was not prepared for the series of questions that followed. "What province?" Uhh, Toronto? "How long from Toronto to Windsor?" It really depends... "Do you know Canterbury street in Toronto?" Oh, yeah, there's lots of stuff on that street. "What is the average summer temperature?" Umm, you know, it's hot, but not really hot. And it just kept going like that.

I have to go ace this test now.