école de neige

I went skiing for ten days in the north of Paris with my class.

I woke up at five o'clock in the morning of January the seventh, the day of the parting and arrived at our destination at 2:30 (in the afternoon) at a big wooden house called Les Grand Pres. (I vomited on the train and the bus.) And I had to share a room with five other classmates that I don't like one bit, anyway I survived them for ten days.

In the classroom

I also  saw the snow, and one time I went skiing, it even snowed. I didn't quite like my skiing teacher she wasn't nice. I came back on the seventeenth. I know the basics of how to ski now.

On the slopes

And I  have already read the first three books  of  Harry Potter.