My Tahitians

This page is dedicated to my Tahitian exchange students. In the summer or 2001, they had to endure the wrath of American culture and bad English. The music on this page, once loaded, is in homage to Yanos, another Tahitian student.

This is Lalao. She had it worse off, I think, for she had to look at my Star Wars covered walls every single morning when she woke up. She was one of the sweetest people I have ever met, and she laughed at my pathetic attemps at French.

This is Natacha, who got the chance to experience what a birthday party was like in America. She turned 15 while she was here. Natacha also liked poking fun at American culture, asking one morning 'what is so French about French Toast?' I also learned a very important French lesson from her. Never mix up sacre bleu with sucme boules.

Here are the girls with my parents on their last night here. They're standing in front of my dad's brand new truck (before my sister put any dents in it).

Here's my sister and me with the girls in the new truck. This was probably the first (and last) time that truck was ever that clean.

This is Jean Rene, one of the hotties of the group.

Taken in Jean Rene's pool back in Tahiti, Jean Rene is on the bottom, Maru is on his shoulders, Maru's sister is on his shoulders, and Calily is on top. Calily is Jean Rene's adorable younger sister. She doesn't speak English, so besides "Hello," and "How are you?", our conversations didn't get very far. We had to resort to primative sign language to carry on the rest of our conversations.