thursday afternoon was spent packing/relaxing/blogging. sarah, shanelle and i had planned to go out for dinner after my class of "organising a cupboard" and "making a bed". unfortunately my cupboard was empty as i was "packing" (i actually was, my cupboards were empty but my suitcase was definitely not full!). and i was in such a rush after class to get to town that i forgot my camera and other things.
after dinner (which i think was the quickest dinner i ever had!) i finished packing my stuff to a certain extent and i had agreed to switch rooms for the last night as some of the other girls had gone to geneva so i was sharing with sarah and shanelle. as cecilia had been ill, we swapped bedstuff..
on friday morning, i woke up at 6am to finish packing and make sure everything was in order before breakfast etc etc. the view from the window in the mornings is beautiful
after breakfast we had class - brazil, and towards the end of the class we had a review of the 3 weeks just passed with the principal. it was interesting to hear other people's opinions of things and i like that it was done pretty openly. after this class we had "formal elegant meals" which was generally just dinner parties and important things to remember. lots of people were moving rooms and it was slight madness. then it was lunch which i had to hurry my way through in order to get all my last bits done! including taking photos with teachers..haha
the story of my journey home is an interesting one...i will copy and paste it from a message i sent to a couple of my friends...(not forgetting the fact that i forgot some stuff and had to get someone to run and get it for me..)
so i didn't realise quite how heavy my suitcase was until i had to carry it myself and i broke off the pully thing. i struggled getting it on the train, i struggled getting it of the train. once at the airport i didn't have the right money for a trolley (which, fyi is 2fr or 2€) so i had to push my suitcase, looked like a complete loser for about 20 mins, until some very tall kind man took pity on me and helped me the last half a mile. it's a long way. then i get to the check in desk and i am 7 kilos (14lbs) overweight!! so i go to the side and unpack a bit of stuff, put it in my hand luggage, then try again. i'm still 4 kilos (8lbs) overweight. so i ask how much it costs, the woman says 20fr per kilo and no they dont take travellers cheques but i can go to the bank downstairs (which i refused to do - that would involve taking my ridiculously heavy suitcase with me and i think i looked like how i did when i first met shanelle (a tomato is putting it mildly) so i tred again. i then put a load of clothes on me, threw some shoes and books away and went to the assistance desk to check how much my suitcase was. as you might be able to imagine i was getting really annoyed and distressed. when it was still 2 kilos (4lbs, you get the jist) overweight and the man asked me if i was ok, i burst into tears and ran away to compose myself. as if unpacking your suitcase in public isnt embarrassing enough, bursting into tears for no apparent reason might just top it. after about 2 mins of crying, he makes the last call for my flight so i have to go back to the same dude and i asked him in a weak and trembly voice "can you not just give me 2 kilos?" and he put it on the scales so that it was exactly 20 (it clearly wasnt properly on the scales but that made me a little less stressed). the stress then increased when, having changed my shoes into my heels to make my case lighter, the guy was like RUN to your gate, get there as fast as possible. at this point, my hand luggage was overflowing, i was wearing a thick jumper, a cardigan and my hat and carrying my binder and my coat. still not gone through security, t-40 mins to take off. luckily i can read signs properly (unlike some of the people i met whilst complaining) and got to the right security with t-25 mins to go. the line was really long and i had to unpack my bag to get my laptop out and i finally got the gate with about 1 minute to go before they started boarding. and for some reason i had speedy boarding, which is a false friend, as once i'd gone through that little bit i had to wait for 10 mins for them to let us onto the plane and all i wanted to do was SIT DOWN. which i did.
the flight was ok, i think i could have been sitting next to robinho (although unless i can find a pic of a tattoo that this man had, i can't prove it was him) and then dad picked me up at the airport with louise and that was that. now i'm home. the end.