Did I write about this already?
I'll write about it again.
If I have already written about it.
I'm distracting you :)
OK, OK I'll just write what I want to write!
So in my class I'm the best at English. Who would'a known? ;)
Anyway, so my teacher sends me to all these competitions. And in one I got to the semifinal, but I didn't pass. Yeah I'm terrible. Geez.
But the most interesting thing that happened the day of the competition is this:
I met an American girl.
No, Poles, not Oliwia. Olivia.
In the bus on the way to the semifinal we had to pick up kids from other schools in Mielec. And so when she came in, the teachers asked her: "So when did you move here?" "Two years ago." And I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a teeny bit of an accent when she spoke... But I had to make sure. So I called mom and told her my awesome idea about something that doesn't matter right now. In English. And then the girl started looking at me, at my shoes, and back at me. Well, I admit, I did the same. Girl, shoes, girl.
And that's because her's were like:
And mine were like:
And my mantle was gross green and worn out.
And she had a purse, where I had a looong bag.
So we looked quite like opposites.
Then when we got into the building, she came up to me and said "Słyszałam jak fajnie mówiłaś do przez telefon". ["I heard how you were talking awesomely through the phone."]
And so I said "No, jestem z Ameryki" ["Yeah, I'm from America"]
"Ja też [Me too]. I feel like an alien."
So we talked for a while before the competition started.
So now we're friends, and we've been at each others houses and now David is kicking me off he computer so bye!