Clicking

It's taken 3 school weeks, guys. September 4th (first, worst day of school) - September 25 (changed from "school is eh..." to "school is yeah"). I don't dread school with intense hatred, I have some good friends, some French things are actually clicking, my schedule is pretty much all figured out and I'm SO optimistic it almost hurts. So today was awesome. I got some homework sure, and have a Spanish test on Monday, but stuff is awesome! Stuff like... this. My theory/take on things is that pretty much after Tuesday, the week is OK. Friday is nothing, Thursday I get to sleep in a little and Wednesday is a half-day.

In histoire-geographie, I don't really need to copy the notes down. So I basically just sit there, taking in the French and stuff. I sat next to Adja (the tall nice NY girl) who helped me with stuff, which was cool. I got some homework, but see the thing is, get this- when the teacher came over to explain what I had to do, I actually kinda sort of understood what she was saying! Like more than I had been "understanding". Words clicked and my brain could comprehend mostly. So cool!

And in Spanish, I knew how to answer most of the questions, but it was weird 'cause I would raise my hand, but the teacher would call on Jess mostly. But when we had to do this one thing in the class, I (thought I) knew what to do sort of. I thought the teacher said something like, "study the text for 5 minutes and write questions that could be answered from it" but it really was to study it for 5 minutes but the teacher would ask questions. I was close. I feel way more confident now. In FLE I had to do an oral test in front of the class, but I wasn't too bad. The teacher (Monsieur Besson, who was there during the French tests) said I looked nervous, and said I shouldn't be scared to speak French. He also said speaking French was fun. I like teachers that tell you not to like... stress it. It makes you so confident and feel so awesome.

During the second FLE, M. Besson mentioned us singing a song, which we weren't too thrilled about. At the end he played this thing on the computer that was like little kids singing some song about the days of the week or something. Then of course, M. Besson had to treat us to his singing of that song. Jess was close to tears and several of the other students seemed to rather have their head in a septic tank. As Jess and I were walking out of the school after, I said, "... and just think of those poor little French kids!" It was funny.

In English we're interviewing another classmate and presenting this oral 5 minute presentation about them. I have to interview this one French girl who doesn't know English. So... eh.

In Math-Speciale, I got called on a lot but I had a lot of fun on the computer with Jess and this other girl. The teacher is nice.

The September wind was like the equivelent of listening to my iPod, only better, as I went home. The grass was green and soft and the sky had puffy clouds like the Earth spilled white but tipped with purple 3-D ink on their masterpiece, the sky. My voice was raspy and low when I talked but I was coughing less and my nose didn't have so much snot. I was smiling and hungry, and couldn't practice my trumpet. I grabbed my backpack straps as I ran on French pavement, thinking "awesome".