Things I Miss Part 1

 

Just a quick blog here about things I miss.
Excluding the obvious (Friends, family, pets)
 
Food:
·         Vegemite.
·         Milo.
·         Tim Tams.
·         Mint Slices.
·         Arnott’s Biscuit Range.
·         Lamb.         
·         Nutri-Gran.
·         Weet-Bix.
·         Allen’s Lollies.
·         Cadbury.
·         Fresh fruit and vegetables.
·         Sausages.
·         ANZAC biscuits.
·         Lamingtons.
·         Meat Pies.
·         Sausage rolls.
 
Everything else:
·         School Uniforms – Yes. I miss them.
·         Laid back culture.
·         Swearing.
·         Weather.
·         Being tanned. – White as f*ck over here.
·         Accents.
·         My English class.
·         Camping.
·         Maccas run.
·         Shopping after school.
·         Trains.
·         Dinner time conversations with my family.
·         Internet on my phone.
·         Unlimited phone usage.
·         Tall Buildings.
·         Population.
·         Beach/Pool.
·         My school.
·         School peers & teachers.
·         Japanese.
·         Eating out.
·         Fashion.
·         People paying out our Prime Minister.
·         Aussie slang.
·         The scenery.
·         Parrots waking me up every morning.
·         The frog that croaks outside my window at night.
·         Traffic sounds.
·         Being able to sleep all day.
·         Road trips with the fambam.
·         My family’s craziness.

 I'm sure there's plenty of other things that I miss, that I just can’t think of now, but I’ll probably do another one in a month or so and see if anything changes J

I'm writing up about five other blog posts aswell – My First Few Weeks, Discovery Tour, Prom, What It’s Like To Be An Exchange Student and Awkward Moment’s I’ve had.

I’d like to think at least my Prom one will be done by the end of the week, but I can’t promise anything. We’ll see what happens.

 Until then J

Sherri x

I'm sorry.

Sorry guys. I know I promised back in February that I’d be blogging every few days, but about a week after I posted that, everything started to go downhill at about 100km/ph.

So, I guess I owe you all an explanation, and I’ll start at the beginning.

10 Jan – I arrived in America, all happy and full of adrenaline for the next six months.

17 Jan – One week in and I'm feeling homesick, call up my friend in Kentucky and after, I'm feeling much better.

24 Jan – Two weeks, the ‘honeymoon’ period has ended and things are not how I thought they would be.

27 Jan – Tina’s house! It’s a rainbow in the storm that’s become my life!

1 Feb – I promise that I’ll be blogging more and that everything is calm.

But in actual fact, the last entry was pretty much a lie. I really hated my exchange, and I still am. I felt really uncomfortable with my host family. Our personalities didn’t merge at all. I was loud, outgoing, adventurous, individual, family orientated, crazy and occasionally stupid.

My host family was quiet, introvert, not exactly timid – but they weren’t adventurous, strict and extremely Christian. Now, I don’t have the slightest problem with people being extremely church revolved, not problem at all. But the other things bothered me. They didn’t have a family dinners, my host sister never called her mum ‘mum’, only ‘mother’ and referred to her as ‘mother’ too, and, to be honest, she was a complainer. My host dad was barely ever home, so I didn't see him much, but when I did see him, I got along great with him. My host mother was extremely strict and if you stepped out of line, you knew about it straight away.

So you can see I couldn’t be myself, I couldn’t relax or settle down properly, as they never really ‘welcomed’ me into the family.

10 Feb – One month in and I want to change families desperately. My host sister is having surgery to fix something in her nose so I stay with my IEC and her exchange student.

Now would have been the perfect time to tell her about everything, how I'm uncomfortable, alone and unrelaxed. But I don’t. I tell her exchange student from France.

    And the exchange student tells me that their past student felt the same way -.-

So I confine in the exchange student, tell her everything that’s going on and how I want to move. How my parents want me to move if I'm feeling like this and how I absolutely hate it here. She tells me that she agrees that this place isn’t the best and she would prefer to be somewhere else too. She says that I can always tell her things that are going wrong, and when I finally decide to tell my IEC she’ll be there for me.

17 Feb – I want to go home. Please.  Someone send me a one way ticket to Sydney.

But hey, Tina’s over! And Omaha tomorrow!

24 Feb – Still depressed here..

1 March – IEC’s house again, I planned on telling her, but I chickened out.

10 March – Told my IEC everything today.

Told her how much I hate it and how uncomfortable I am. How I wasn’t relaxed and that I felt so alone, that my host family didn't ever really feed me and that I wanted to go home or change families. She didn’t really do jack shit. Talked about it all with her husband – my other IEC – and then told me a few days later that we were having a meeting with my host mum about it all.

16 March – Meeting with host mum and IEC today.

She denied everything and shifted all the blame onto me so it looked like my fault that I was alone and uncomfortable and under fed. She didn’t take the slightest bit of blame.

17 March – My Dad’s birthday. I really wanted to be home and spend it with him.

19 March – DISCOVERY TOUR! One week away from all the shit in my life!!

26 March – Possibly the best week of my life. I loved everything about it!

This, I will do a full blog on, most probably be a extremely long post, but my Discovery Tour NEEDS to be written about. So far, it’s been the only time I’ve been happy while here.

   Got into some serious shit though, I met with the EF lady in charge of Nebraska while on tour, and told her everything, apparently she hadn’t been told about it at all…yeah. That’s right. She was completely oblivious to the fact I was unhappy. So she rings my IEC and my host mum, and when I get home, I'm in trouble because I told her and apparently didn't trust my IEC to tell the EF lady. I wanted to shoot someone.

1 April – Went to the capital for my host sister.

10 April – Three months of misery.

So I know it doesn’t sound all that bad, but it’s been horrible, somewhere in there I had another meeting with my host sister, host mum and IEC. The blame was shifted to me again, and my host mother even had the nerve to say the only way to fix it all was for me to go home early.

  Not once had EF tried to move me families, even though I’ve been asking and asking to move. I’ve told them so many times that I would be happier somewhere else, but it almost seems as if they want us to suffer. Is it just me, or does that seem wrong? That they are denying kids their happiness? Another Australian girl is even going home on Friday because EF did nothing to help her, she got so sick and tired of their crap, that she decided the best thing was to go back.

  The only thing keeping me here is knowing that I’d be failing myself if I left.

  So what happens now? Well I'm stuck here to summer holidays, then I'm off to Alabama and spending time with my cousin there until my family comes over from Australia. I'm hopefully also going to Kentucky and visiting my friend there.

  I hope you can all forgive me for not blogging the past two months, but I really haven’t been in the spirit, nor the mood to be writing out all the crap that’s happened. I’ll keep you updated on everything whenever I can. But for now, I'm going to go drown my sorrows in the homework that’s been piling up for the past two weeks.

One thing is for certain though, it has NOT been worth the 10K so far.

Bringing Everything Up To Speed

Okay.

As you may already know, I’ve been in America for about two or three weeks now, and because everything has been so hectic with settling in, accustoming to the new culture and nameless other things, I haven’t had a chance to blog at all since I’ve been here. So now that everything is all good and un-busy I’ll be able to start blogging again! I’ll be hopefully posting every few days and I’ll type up what happened in the first few weeks in a document and post it as soon as I can. Sorry for being the worst blogger out.

X

Merry Christmas/13 Days!!

First off, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Season’s Greetings, Happy Holidays to all you lovely people reading this, hope you all got some great gifts and are enjoying your holidays!

   I’m not sure what your religion or nationality is, but where I live, in Australia, the only thing that’s really big is Christmas. In my family, we always put up a artificial Christmas tree, the decorate it with tinsel, lights and assorted hanging decorations, e.g. baubles, glass teardrops etc. Then put the wrapped up presents under the tree. Also, we put lights up outside our house, (I’ll take pictures tonight of my house and the others in my street and post them tomorrow) and then, about one a week, or fortnightly, we’ll drive around my area and look at other peoples Christmas lights J

     Christmas Day, we’ll get up and do presents, perhaps have breakfast, but not usually, then at noon, we’ll have a massive lunch, (I’ll post a picture of my family’s typical lunch tomorrow aswell). We’ll crack Christmas bon bons, and then when we’re full and everything is cleaned up, we’ll either go for a swim in the pool in my back yard, or just sit and chat.

      We don’t have dinner as lunch is always massive, but if we’re hungry, we’ll just go cut some of the leftover Christmas meat or have a piece of fruit.

Onto Exchange!

So it’s only 13 days until I leave.

    Am I excited? Oh yeah.

Am I nervous? Hell yes.

   In fact, this time in thirteen days, I’ll be in the sky, heading to LA, all on my lonesome.

Actually, the more I think about it, the scarier it is. I won’t see my family or friends for six months, I won’t get to snuggle up with my pets for six months, I won’t see, or do a lot of things for six months actually. And it really is a scary thought. And who knows, something drastic might happen, and may never see my friends or family again.

    Like the chances of it happening is pretty slim, but the chance is still there, because who knows, you could die on exchange, or a family member may, or a friend could. You just never know. But moving on from the depressing stuff.

    I haven’t even started to pack yet. I haven’t even got my new suitcase yet.  

Yep.

    That’s right.

Thirteen days and I don’t even have my suitcase.

    I know what I want to pack and all, and I have a vague idea of what I’ll take in my hand luggage, but I just haven’t got it yet. One of the girls I’m going with, is already packed and everything, and she’s going a week later than me. Talk about organized.

    I haven’t gotten my E-Ticket yet either, EF was supposed to send it to me in the mail about a week or two ago, but I haven’t received it yet. :/ Then, just to add to everything, the SIM Card EF gave me, won’t activate. But I suppose these are minor problems compared to all that’s wrong in the world, including the four kids who haven’t even gotten their families yet.

   Yes. Some kids don’t have a family yet and it’s less than three weeks for the majority of us. I feel so sorry for them, I really do. Everyone else has theirs, including some kids who are going in July/August, and they don’t. It really sucks for them.

  

That’s about all really. I’ll post the pictures tomorrow and I’m eve thinking of attempting the Vlog I promised a few months back...

Chao x

Less Than One Month!!!

Less Than One Month!!!

As you can tell, I'm a tad excited ;) Yesterday it was exactly one month until I left for Nebraska!!

  I have all my flight details now, leaving Sydney Airport on the 10^th Jan, then a lovely 20 hour flight to LA, chill there for a few hours, catch a plane to Minnesota, chill there for another few hours, then down to Iowa on another plane where I’ll meet my host family, and drive for another hour to my house! All together it’s like, 31 and a half hours of travel. -.-

   Hoping the plane has good movies and the airports have some alright shops. Also hoping that I’ll be travelling with someone, because at the moment, I'm not :/ Reeeeaaalllllyyyyy hoping I am, there's only so much time I can go without talking, and talking to myself may make me seem like a nutter.

Anyway.

So yesterday I had my final game of cricket, which, we won! Yay! (Absolutely smashed them :P) then all the teams had a picnic type thing, which was pretty cool, and mine and Claire’s going away party! Woo!

    There was about 25 of us at my house, talking, eating, drinking non-alcoholic stuff, dancing like idiots, taking hundreds of pictures, swimming, pushing each other into the pool, laughing like maniac’s and being our normal teenage selves.

    A few of my friends got me going away gifts which was really nice, all of them were amazing, and some hilarious cards aswell.

    My sister also made us a Pavlova, which, or those of you that don’t know what it is: It’s just loads of sugar, egg whites, cornflour and a bit of milk, all mixed up with electric beaters to make a really fluffy mixture. Then, you pop it on baking tray that’s lined with baking paper for a while, then when it’s ready take it out, and serve it with cream and fruit. It’s a but like a meringue. So Jess – My sister, decorated it freaking amazingly, one side was done with white, red, & blue fruits (Strawberry, Banana & Blueberry), for America, while the other side was Yellow and Green fruits, (Mango and Kiwi Fruit). Then the border of it was done in the opposite colours, so the Strawberry, Banana & Blueberry side had Mango and Kiwi Fruit on it, while the Mango and Kiwi Fruit side had the Strawberry, Banana and Blueberry on it!

    Late-ish we went for a Christmas light walk, because my street is amazing when it comes to putting up lights for Christmas. Like truly amazing. If I remember I’ll take a few pictures later this week of the houses at night and post them on here.

    At about 10 some people left, having to work the next day, lived further away than others, or parents wanted them home earlier than midnight. At about 11 some others left, just before we took more hot food out of the oven for the remaining girls.

    At about 11:45 myself, and another girl walked my friend home who lived at the bottom of the street, then went back to my house, where we attempted to watch a Lunar Eclipse through the clouds covering the moon.

    As you probably guessed, it wasn’t successful.

So after that, the remaining five or six girls and myself, were just chatting about different things, eating the pies and sausage rolls that weren’t quite gone yet, while some parents came and picked their kids up.

    By the end it was just Claire and I left, we helped clean up everything, not that there was a massive mess or anything, then went upstairs, made up the beds, talked for a bit and then fell asleep.

    In the morning we had a bottle of Creaming Soda for brekkie, (Healthy, I know :P ) and then decided to make Pancakes, and feeling inspired by two Youtubers we both watch, made Delia Smith pancakes.

    (On a side note, normal pancakes taste much better)

The first batch were only half a fail, not cooking them properly, still taste good, but didn’t have ‘Crispy edges’ like the recipe suggested they should have.

    So we made a second batch, dancing to Disney songs while we did, cooked them, and did some fabulous flipping, and that was that.

Completely off topic now.

But yes, less than a month until I'm in America for six months!! Woooo!!

   Going to miss everyone so much! Especially my family.

And now this is two and a bit pages long, so I’ll leave off here!

Cya x

VISA Interview.

 
Hey guys

So today I had my VISA interview in the city, and let me tell you, for a day off school you do not want to have to get up at 6:00am -_- Especially when it's me.
   Anyway, so my dad woke me up at 6, I grumbled and rolled over. I then woke myself up somehow at 6:30, looked at the time and jumped out of my bed like a ninja when I realized that I didn't have long to get ready if I wanted to be on time for it all.
  Brushing my teeth, doing my hair & make-up and pulling my clothes on all in record time, running down stairs to look for my shoes, finding them, pulling them on, grabbing all my visa stuff and stuffing my phone into my bag I was about to head out the door when I realized that my parents were not, in fact, ready yet.
  A few minutes later we all walked out to the car and started towards the MLC centre in the city, stopping by local newsagent to ask a quick question before setting into peak hour and waiting, not so patiently for the cars to hurry up and move.
   An hour later, my dad dropped my mum and I off, and he continued to work while my mum and I walked into the MLC centre and somehow managed to get to the right spot, bumping into my friend's dad, whose daughter was upstairs already waiting for her interview.
  Following his instructions we got into the customs area to go through all the custom-y stuff you have to go through at airports, that's right, the whole, 'May you please take your shoes off Ma'am' 'Are you wearing a belt today Sir?' 'Please take all of your electronics out of your bag Miss'
   I may also mention here that from the floor I was on up, was owned by America, so I was actually in America right now...
  Anyway...So I did all that, the lady checked all my Visa forms, the guy put my mum and my bag in  little pigeon hole, gave us a card so we could collect them after I ws all done and dusted. Then I joined another line, to have  mini-interview with a guy in an orange shirt. After, he told me to go sit in the front row and wait for another lady to show myself, my mum, and four other people to a lift which would then take us up to the big, proper, you-fail-this-you-get-no-visa interview.
  Not too long after the Lady called us, showed us to the lift, and a Welsh couple, an Irish bloke, two other men and my mum and I went up to the US Consulate floor, went through another small security thingo, then through a heavy door, to take a ticket and join the queue! Claire was waiting patiently for her number to be called, we gave a small wave, a quick 'Goodluck', and a minutes later she was called up. When I was near the front of the queue, her interview finished, and she left to go back to school, though she ended up jigging school like me.
  The lady there called me, everything was okay, except my uploaded photo, it was on the side, so my mum and I had to go right to the bottom of the MLC centre, get a photo taken at a Kodak shop, wait 20 minutes for it to be printed and everything, back upstairs, through the American Accent filled mini-customs, to the front row, up the elevator, and through the small security thingo and back to the lady who was checking my application.
  I then had to do a fingerprint scan, then go sit with my mum until my number was called for my real interview. Maybe, 30 minutes later I was called, answered the few questions she gave me, had a mini-freak out when I thought I had answered a question wrong, had another freak out when I realized about three groups of people had been refused a Visa ten minutes before me. More fingerprint scans, she said it was passed and it'd be in the mail within the week, back down stairs to the mini-customs/American Accent room to collect our bags and stuff said our 'Thank You's' then downstairs again to get lunch and have a look in a few shops for some extremely cold weather clothes. Found a really awesome puffy snow jacket, that I'll probably end up getting!!
   On the train about an hour or two later, swapped trains, then walked home from there, Facebooking Claire and my host sister for a bit. Then home again to relax and bludge school :)

~Fin~

I HAVE MY HOST FAMILY!!

Ahhhh!!! It's so exciting!! It finally feels real and everything! It's definitely going to happen!!

So at about 12 today, at the end of my Geography class, my mum texts me to tell me to check my EF page, (like a mini Facebook for the exchange kids). Turning my laptop on, logging in and doing the few clicks it takes, I see that I have my host family!! I literately started to jump up and down in my seat and the biggest smile came across my face, I haven't stopped smiling yet!!
Anyway, so I've slid my laptop in my bag, and run to Claire, dumped my bag at the front of the room and started to jump up and down, screaming "I know where I'm going! I know where I'm going!!! Claire! Claire! I know where I'm going!!! I'm going to Nebraska! Nebraska!! In a little town called Randolph! Claire! I'm going to Randolph, Nebraska!!"
I have no clue how she understood me, because I'm pretty sure I sounded more like a dying animal or something like that....Didn't draw a single breath for the whole thing... So it was more like "IknowwhereI'm going!IknowwhereI'mgoing!!!Claire!Claire!IknowwhereI' going!!!I'mgoingtoNebraska!Nebraska!!Inalittle towncalledRandolph!Claire!I'mgoingtoRandolphNebraska!!"
   
So Randolph, Nebraska is where I'll be chilling in America, and literately, chilling...it gets down to -50 degrees, MINUS FIFTY! Freaking cold weather. I have a mum, dad and sister, no pets unfortunately, but I've Google Mapped the place, and my property is fairly large :D My school looks cool today, and the lunch menu is awesome...cookies, cake, cinnamon scrolls, tacos, pfft and all the American movies make out that cafeteria food is gross...sounds pretty alright to me! It's about 1 1/2 hours from Sioux City in Iowa, So I'll hopefully be able to visit my friend Tina who is 1 hr from Sioux City in the other direction :D

Ahh so happy!! I'm so pleased I've got my family! Makes it so much more exciting!! Probably stop here before I drone on and on about how happy I am about having my host family and everything :D

See that little coloured in red state? Yeah, that's where I'm going...Be jealous :D