[Why is it Wednesday?! Tomorrow is Thursday! No!]
Today went a lot like yesterday. I woke up at 7 and left for school. I reviewed history while I was in english class and learned about how Stalin hated facism and how Hitler hated communism (and Stalin), despite the irony that "communism" at that time ran in a very similar way to facism (absolute dictatorship, nationalism, propaganda, etc). Then some more things like the rise of nationalism and Mao in China and the Akihabara Massacre in India. I spent some of my time casually analyzing the limits and cons of capitalism; we all want what is best for our world and country, I wonder what others political ideologies might arise in the far off future.
I recall a little someone--coughs, Yuen, coughs coughs-- saying that history isn't important. I don't know where to begin my argument on why it is. You can see the origins of opinions, philosophies, thoughts, ideas. It is vital in understanding current struggles today. Things haven't always been the way things are now.
School is so terribly long in France. The next time you want to make fun of the french, just remember that students your age here have to stay in class until 5pm. It doesn't sound so bad until you remember that you're stuck in the same setting classroom with the same classmates all day with like only four different teachers. Ouch!
But despite it all, the highlight today was definitely when I was asked to go answer some questions from another class by the english teacher. When the my classmates were performing an oral presentation later (one group just finished giving a talk on "La sexualite des jeunes"), I was taken out to go. It was a bright, beautiful classroom with a large window giving an incredible view of the nearby buildings. We was first told to sit down as the english teacher made the class copy down a passage from a text about Sherlock Holmes and his companion, Watson. Oh my god, it was brilliant. I was in complete awe as the passage went on and only thought to copy it down myself when it was almost over. Here, I got the last few lines, "[Sherlock and Watson] are an item against crime. They are loyal to each other. This is a love couple because both characters have opposite personality types."
Yup. Basically just a long text about how compatible the two are with each other. I also recall a line, "Watson is like a dutiful dog," and some more things about how the two were thrown together and couldn't be separated after. That was gold. Certainly not what I was expecting at all. I wished I read Sherlock Holmes and actually shipped it to appreciate it all the more. No shame in admitting that because I know no one reads my blog anyways. I can make a probably even make a post about how monkeys fly in France and no one would blink an eye. Because no one reads my blog. Haha! Get it? I like no one. Seems like an all about great guy when he's not mocking poor cyclops.
[Darn it, I want to analyze character's relationship together all day too. Preferably Achilles and Patroclus, but I'm not picky. ]
We were asked some typical questions like if we played any sports, why we decided to come to France, any differences back in America, what kind of music we liked...etc. They asked us if we tried to cafeteria food, which we had tried yesterday! I told them them to trust my words that it is loads better than the lunch served in our school (no offense). This was met with scrunched up noses and a laugh from the teacher saying that the students hate the food there. What can I say? Cafeteria food is cafeteria food, even in France.
Skipping the part about sleeping in class, lunchtime, an abnormally long break, back to class again, another break, and class once more would lead me to the end of school where I return home and do absolutely nothing. So let's go with the last class of the day. At that point, I was bored out of my mind and the economics teacher was kind of scary-strict. Despite my fears, I rested my head and fell asleep anyway. What? I wasn't included in the activities so what can I do? I hope I didn't snore. I might have drooled a little bit too which is odd because I don't drool.
I was picked up later and I went home and the end.
And thus concludes my last day. I never did get a chance to go to town...
-- Hannah Wu
(If I remember, I'll update with pictures!)
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