So guess what?

I've got internet now, along with a new host family. They're nice enough people, and the house is big, sprawly, and warm (it has central heating and insulation, both virtually non-existent in most New Zealand households). Unfortunately even though there is only one room between me and the modem, that's a pretty large distance (about the width of the house that I was staying in before) so untill I get around to buying a strainer to make a makeshift satilite dish, my internet is going to be fairly unstable. This means that I won't be posting tons of pictures at one time for a while, because I'd have to leave my computer on overnight and firefox would probably call a network timeout on the whole ordeal, so I'd have to do it over again.
Today was one of those day's where theres a thick frost on everything and not a cloud in the sky, the sun shines bright so you know the day is going to get warm, it's just waiting until after you die of hypothermia. The train bridge that I cross on the way to school was icy, and the old, rounded boards certainly didn't help. Every step I took was a minor slip, some of them were a little more than minor.
Today was Mr. Martens last day. Figures that just as he leaves I actually learn his name (everyone just calls the teachers Mr. or Miss, so I still don't know half their names) I'm wondering if any teachers left cab before the end of the year. I wondering because I don't know if I brought the curse of the class of '09 with me, or if it was my curse all along (for those of you wondering, the class of '09 at cab calloway has lost at least one teacher each year since sixth grade). He told us our new teachers name, I'm not sure, but he either said Mrs. Asswidth or Mrs. Auchwitz, either way, I don't think its too good.
Still catching up with school work. I missed a week of school on a geography trip to Rotorua. It was an ok trip. Rotorua was smelly (from all the sulfur, it's a big volcanic hotspot), and there was a lot more schoolwork and standardized testing and stuffy notetaking than there should be on a field trip. The place we stayed at was campish, but had small cabins that we stayed it. It got pretty cold because Budima, one of my cabin mates, had our space heater sitting on the hotplate (couldn't really blame him for that, the counter was really small) and instead of plugging in the heater he plugged in the hotplate, and before you know it *poof* droopy melted useless heater. The camp called "Rotorua thermal resort" had one thermal "spa" which was just a large hot tub filled rancid geothermal springwater which smelt of Rotorua and left a noticable film on your skin. Nevertheless it was something to do, so that's where most of us spent our evenings. One night there was a woman, probably in her 50's, obviously drunk and dressed only in a towel (which luckely never came off for those of you who were getting ideas). So apparently her mother has altzhiemer's which is sad, and she starts going on about how you should cherish your parents and asking people about their parents. Me, and my friends Pablo (son of the NZ ambassador from Chile) and Rob (from South Africa, a supprisingly large portion of the NZ population emigrated from South Africa) are sitting in the corner. Jokeingly I turned to rob and wispered "I should just be like 'my parents are dead'." Eventually she came over to us and asked Rob out of the blue "are your parents dead" which of course gave Rob a perfect in "No, but his are" in my head I'm wishing all the evils of the world on Rob because now I've got to run with it, outside I say "Um, yeah, happened a while ago"
"Oh no, when did it happen!?!" (obviously having not registered the last part of my sentance)
"Um, must've been" counted on my fingers "it's ten years ago now"
"What do you do?"
Rob broke a little and let out a short laugh, which he passed off as having accidentally swallowed some of the water
"Well, I've been living with my aunt and uncle for a while, but my sister just got a house recently, and she let me move in with them, so thats nice. I'm actually here on exchange with a host family, it's cool you know, having a mom and a dad"
Meanwhile as I find out later Pablo's head is exploding 'Oh my god, I didn't know his parents were dead! Wasn't he just talking about them at dinner, maybe he was talking about his host parents, he never mentioned this before, maybe he just didn't wan't to talk about it, how did Rob find out, I probably shouldn't bring it up"
I could see his eye's growing wider and wider as I told my story. When the drunk lady had gone off to offer some other boys a job with the Rotorua museam doing the website, I turned to Pablo and whispered "My parents aren't dead, just so you know"
"what?"
"shhh" the lady was coming back.
"Ugh, all they (the highschool boy's she was offering jobs to) do is laugh at me, nobody takes me seriously."
Rob replied, "Really, I thought you came off as a very serious person"
"Ohh, but I'm not!"
It was then pretty obvious by the expression on her face that she was dying to ask me more about my parents, but I put on my best, now look what you've done, all these memories flooding back, now I'm going to be introspective as hell for the rest of the week and I don't want to talk about it, face and stared at the stars until she left.
"You know what Rob?"
"What"
"F#$% you"