Just got back from a giant 3-day Rotary conference at Calvary college in Grand Rapidz. It was...interesting. All the rebounds (kids who came back from exchange) gave the outbounds (kids like me who going out on exchange) pieces of "advice." Some of it was good, but I prefer the humorous ones.
Like "Always check for frogs in your shoes." Or, "Don't always nod and say yes when you don't understand, because your host-sister's boyfriend might try to make out with you." (That one came from a boy.) Or even "They told me eating fried scorpion had health benefits, but I haven't seen any yet."

And I heard some funny stories from Finland. A kid told us that usually kids have nothing to do on the weekend, so they go out and get drunk. And when they get drunk, they go out and get piercings and tattoos and shit. (At least in his town, they did.) So one night they went out and got totally wasted and two of the Finnish kids decided to get matching tramp stamps. Apparently they flipped out in the morning when they realized what they had done.

So if I come home with piercings, tattoos, and a new hair colour, don't be surprised. D:

Anyways, I got an email from Fransiscosensei telling me my IB score.
Any guesses?
It was....A 3.
I was like....."Fuck you, IB. You still suck ass."

AND I got my real license (as opposed to my temporary one.) Yay. That's one less thing to wait for in the mail.