Like Monday, school let out for me two classes early. Nicolas came home early on Thursday evening due to sickness, so he was at the house when I arrived. Michael had told me that he wanted me to get him back for his Facebook post, but the only idea that I had was to splash him with cold salt water at 5h00AM. I have never been really big into the whole revenge-scene, but since Nicolas was there, I figured I might as well, if not just to bond a little with my host brother on one of my last days.
I did not break anything, I did not stain anything, I did not ruin anything, and I do not think I caused any harm. To quickly summarize all that I did, I put mustard in between and on five of his books, his sunglasses, his shoes, and the squirty part of his cologne bottles. I hid his guitar, and I put a glass of salt water beside his bed in case he got thirsty. On Thursday, he had stolen my glass of orange juice, so finally, I put two packets of a laxitive in an orange juice glass "for me".
Michael, however, is nineteen and not an idiot. He immediately went upstairs and asked Nicolas if I had been in his room. Nicolas innocently replied "no", to my satisfaction. Nevertheless, Michael found his guitar, cleaned the mustard, and placed the cup of OJ in my room with a note reading, "nice try". I never told him that it was a laxitive, though. He just thinks I put sugar in it.
After dinner, Catherine took us to see the movie Rien A Declarer. It's about the extreme racism felt by the citizens of Belgium for the French. It takes place mainly at a failing border patrol office in 1993 and is absolutely hilarious! I would definitely suggest it over Le Dernier des Templiers.
When we got back home, I started packing my bags for the move at around 10h30.
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