I work for Haiti

So I got myself a job! But it is not all fun and games I should take that exclamation point away cuz it is the very worstest job I have ever done in my life and that includes picking up dog poop in our back yard.  I am thinning little tree seedlings.  They seed the trees into these boxes with little holes in them and when they hatch you have to make sure that only one tree is in each hole so you are bent over all day in the hot sun picking out these little trees.  you should see my hands I look like a Indian.  The first two days I got heat stroke and was sick all the rest of the day but by the start of the next week I was so burnt I couldn't get any burnter.  But the only good thing is that I might able to work with the only friend I have at home.  She is the sister of my brother’s friend who is like 25 but soooo hot.  Now you can't call me a cradle robber if I like a 25 year old.  So there Keith!  She comes back from southern every summer and lives with her sister until school starts again.  She was looking for a job and I told her about the tree farm so she is going to talk to the hiring person and maybe I will be able to work with her.  Oh and the other sad thing is that I started work with this group of 4 other people and I am the slowest one in the group and it is payed by piece work so you have to be fast to make money.  well I try my hardest but i'm still a slow turtle.  oh well at least I am making money.  And I might be able to go to Victoria’s house for a visit so look out Portland I Michel is coming to town!

You know how in the early 20th Century people traveled because they were rich and you could tell how rich they were and see all the places they had been to from the stickers on their trunk?  Well I just bought myself my first set of luggage for School Abroad and the pattern is early 20th century.  It looks so cool and I will up load a picture as soon as I can.  They are giant and all match which is the coolest thing ever, since me being poor all my life I have never had such cool good looking things to call my own....well now I do. 
Oh and funny story:
I am always making fun of my mom for cutting herslef on our knives and telling her we need to buy a cut glove for her like they use in profecinal kichens....well then I start to make supper and my dad had just sharpened them unbeknownst to me so you can tell where this is going. I am cutting onions, a task I hate doing, and I cut my thumb off!  Ok not really off but a lot of it is missing and that is not a exaggeration. It was a very traumatic experience.