I've been here two days already and I'm not sure if I like it or not. I mean, all the people seem nice but they don't speak...the same. I get confused sometimes with what they mean. Like today our neighbors were inviting us for dinner and my parents were talking to them, they called some of their foods by different names. My parents had been here before, way before I was even thought of, and so they have caught onto the strange names. For example one would say, "I like eating candy floss," but in America they would call it "cotten candy." Also there is chips and crisps. Chips to us are "french fries" or like crisps to us are "potato chips." While ordering at a restaurant, I asked for porridge, well here it's called oatmeal, not porridge. Everything seems a lot harder to grasp here then in England.
Of course, I was much more then nervous for the first day of school. But secretly I was hoping that I could move on, leave Madison behind along with the rest of my friends back home. I frown thinking of how much I'll miss seeing her everyday. Walking into the school is not a problem, but talking to complete strangers on the other hand is.
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Wow...talk about a short chapter. Sorry, I was busy with school. Enjoy!
