blue ink #2

I'm so glad I have paper here. I want, and need, to write. It's 8:23 and I'm in etude again. I'm not in the English history-geography class anymore, which was not a surprise. I was new and the class was full, so my name wasn't called. But I didn't care. To tell you the truth, I didn't really even like that class. The teacher was British, which meant she cared about perfection- straight lines and very specific ways to label a map and so forth. So now I'll have math in English. But the system is so messed up- I think I'll have two math classes. Stupid. I think my dad will tutor me for Algebra, 'cause the math here would just be a review and waste of time for me. I also want trumpet lessons, but my mom says that might be too much. Luckily Wednesdays are half days and I do have hockey practice. I have a lot of stuff I need to do. Practice trumpet (and maybe guitar) because I haven't gotten a chance to in a while. And I need to work with my dad or someone on that French homework. I think I have to prove that these short excerpts from books (one of them is from the first Harry Potter) are in first person or have a narrator or something. I have like 3 days to do it. And then I'll probably get math homework and maybe Spanish. I'm not looking forward to having 2 math classes. And also, I'll be put in a FLE class, which is for people that think French is a "strange" language. In other words, it's for kids that need to learn French. That itself isn't bad, but I'll have to be taken out of the other French-French class, but I'll still have to do the homework for the French-French class. So that sucks.

Ugh my arm is tired. This will go on my blog I bet. I sort of have homework to do, but I like just writing. I'm sitting at the very very front, the closest you could be to the teacher (my desk even touches hers). It's the bad teacher that has anger management problemos. Just a few minutes ago, she had abruptly gotten our of her chair, slammed down her pen and yelled violently at some kid(s) at the back. She like never smiles. Her face is dark. She's smallish; thin. Always grimaces. Doesn't know English. Behind me is Jess, then Claire. Then to my right are two of Claire's friends that are British I think. They're pretty nice. I overheard Claire talking about a black hole and so I thought they were talking about CERN, which they were. I joined in the conversation, saying, "My dad works at CERN," then they all went into fits saying he'll kill us all. I told them it wasn't going to cause a black hole, and they were like, "But your dad will save us, won't he?! Won't he??!!" It was somewhat amusing. Then we talked about birthdays (one of them mentioned that their birthday was soon and they wanted to live to be 13 or whatever) and they thought it was cool that mine was on New Year's Eve. Yeah it's cool.

I sort of have to go soon. I have math, Spanish and Sciences Vie and Terre, whatever that means. Shouldn't be that bad, except I don't know exactly where that science class is. And I have 2 hours of gym tomorrow. Crap. But I think school is getting a little better sort of. This is the 5th day. We've been in France for 70 days, according to my calculations.

Ok, it's 8:46 and my class is at 8:50. I'mago pack up. I'll tell you guys how the rest of the day goes/went.

Sigh. Chester is a dog.