memories of french

so yesturday i went back to my high school .to get something for a thing i am try to become it a sub teacher and i need my transcrip so i got that. then i saw my french teacher (yes i took french ) i took it for 3 yrs in highschool. and we talk i told her i was going to south africa on a mission she was happy and she told me she had a baby boy and showed me a picture . then we talk about people in the class and i told her about snow and told her i play flag football and that i learn the haka(not the real one but a version of it ) and showed it to her she like like and saidthe high school needs something like that to unity them together as a team .like great mills football team is one of the wrost it not becuse they have bad players .the players are acxtally qiute good and have been playing for years. but they don't really play as team much. the difference between winning and losing is that winning you play with all your heart mind might and strenght and toghether and loosing you try to be better then your teammates . that i i think .but anyways it was nice to see her and it brought meomeries like feild trips we would go to the mall after wards but we were always back before the buses left and somepeople had boy/girl friends and bring them along hey i would have done the same so would you .and we play french games like the stick game where we pass a stick between your legs and there more them one stick and it get quite intersting when there a tall guy who like around 6 ft and then some one who small like me 5'1 next and then another guy around the same hight becuse they have to bend and they can't drop it and the sticks are little so yeah and who ever has the sticks when the music stop is out yeah and others games we play like there was this one game where it like i never been or i never have type and the teacher said ok you have to go across so these two boys ran trying to get eacher chair and they glide with one another. so yeah that the many great meomeries of french