DARK-MONTH 2 : THE ROUTINE

I have already spent a month in Sidney and sometimes I can’t remember how it was my life like before. When my mum phoned me last time, she told me I had a strange accent. I speak English all the day, it’s obvious that I could have difficulty in speaking Russian in a span of a few moments! Before coming here I thought I was good at English but now I am in a new world. I understand that I have still a lot to learn, but I’m sure I’ll do it . My life is very different now. I get up at half past seven, while in Russia I got up an hour earlier because the school was very far from my house. Instead here I comfortably have breakfast with my host family and after that I catch the school bus…a yellow school bus that looks like the ones in the TV series! Also school is different. Here there are more laboratories and subjects like cookery, carpentry, communication, also the canteen is not like the one I was accustomed to . Here there are more dishes and people that can’t eat certain foods because of their religion always find something to eat very easily. I have eaten more meat since I have been here. I didn’t use to like it very much, but in Australia they cook a lot of grilled meat. I’ve even tried crocodile and emu meat, even if my favourite Australian dish is the “Pavlova”, an appetizing dessert with meringues, whipped cream and fresh fruit. On the same yellow school bus I met Jennifer and my host brothers and we got back home together. In Russia I was always alone at home.

Here we have dinner at seven p.m. and we are always together: we speak about what we have done during the day, the strange things happened to us. On Friday night we usually eat at a pizzeria and we play bowling. Unfortunately I won’t be able to play bowling for some time. Last Wednesday I wanted to replace the bulb of the light in my bedroom, so I got on a chair, when a terrible bee came into my bedroom. I saw it and I started screaming .The chair wobbled and I fell off! Jennifer immediately came to see what was had happened…she was really scared, but she saw I was ok, except for my wrist. She brought me to the hospital where they told me my wrist was broken and they plastered it. I will have to keep the cast for three weeks, luckily I can write with both hands, so it’s not a very big problem! The real annoyance is Mark! He doesn’t give up with teasing me about breaking my wrist because I was afraid of a bee, that wasn’t a real bee but was only a wasp!

ASTOU SECK