So im going to tell everything about whats been going on with my host parents.
From the beginning……my host mum demands i speak English with her all the time. She has never spoken French to me, only her poor English. Last week i had a bad week (homesickness etc).
Saturday i was pushed over the edge and found her to be the craziest most selfish person ive ever known. So Sunday i talked to my counsellor, and we planned oin getting em out of there after the cruise, after xmas.
Tuesday my host mum wrote how much time i talked in English last week. Last week it was like 0, 5,0,15,5,0.she wasn’t satisfied, and said i wasn’t making an effort to speak English (wonder why).
So yesterday (Wednesday) i had heaps of homework to do. I said id talk English after completing my homework, she insisted i stop hmw to talk to her. I said id finish my homework and then talk to her. She walked away in a huff. At 8 oclock (after dr phil had finished) she asked again. I still hadn’t finished. (so from a huge amount of work i wasn’t in a good mood anyway). I was in my bedroom and she was downstairs in the living room. She was saying come talk now, but i wanted to finish my hmw (if i stopped then i never would have started again). I said 30 minutes and id be finished. We started getting louder and i really just wanted to scream and yell at her. But instead i went downstairs and gave her English time. She had the smuggest look ever on her face. She got really patronising and said why are you so angry. Then she went on to say i only do stuff i want to do never what she wants to do. I always have time for things i want to do but never time for things she wants to do, im always making excuses to not talk to her….etc…then she called me stubborn..at this point i was about to explode so i just left the house. Thank god i had my cell in my pocket. Called my counsellor (after calling mum to calm me down). She came and got me and we talked for a bit. 45 minutes after leaving the house we went back. Diane had started doing the ironing!!!! (is it just me that finds that bizarre). She smiled and calmly talked to my counsellor. Said things like i never talk, im selfish, stubborn, immature, etc……she said if i don’t satisfy her need for English she doesn’t want me there. She wanted me there for my English…not for me. it was about 10:15 when my counsellor left. My host mum still smiling. But as soon as she left, diane got bitchy, and back to her real self. I was going up the stairs when she said to her husband (to cant speak any English) “this will just continue nothing will change” in English.
So i don’t want to be there and she doesn’t want me there. But we have the cruise. She cant take my ticket away….or at least i hope not. I have a feeling that shes been talking to the travel agent tho. So ill see what happens.
Really good to be able to write all that.
But with all of that going on…someone took my ipod at school. So this morning i just felt like no body cared bout lil old amy. But all my friends made a big deal bout the ipod and are helping me get it back. Highly doubt i will tho.
So thats my life here in drummondville….
