Or why I am now going to school in England.
French High School Diaries Part I
I was moved to Paris from the blissful mountains of northern New Mexico at the tender age of two. I don't remember much of this, and now It seems to me that I've always been in France.
My father speaks French, and has always had a thing for the French and France. My mom is linguistically challenged, and is not a great fan of the French. C'est la vie. Vive la différence!
I have had no choice, I have had to adapt. I live inside an English speaking family in a French speaking country. I have always gone to French schools, where it's been trial by fire. It has taken nerves of steel to maintain a positive attitude, and a sense of humor.
So in France I became a "Petite choux", a little cabbage (child). With the hair style called, choucroute, named after an Alsatian cabbage dish. From children to hairdos, the French are always comparing things to cabbages.