It's spring break! Why must I suffer through classes? More importantly, why must I suffer through classes when I have no idea what's happening?
The day kind of went like this: woke up, ate some dried figs, school, suffered, lazed around, ate dinner, lazed around some more, procrastinated in sleeping (also known as "now").
The school I went to had an elementary school, a middle school, and a high school, all divided of course. What I found most interesting was that the classroom and classmates don't change with each class subject; the teachers change! French class was first, which I found incredibly boring. I was most impressed by the fact that the teacher wore like 4 or 5 inch heels while teaching. Afterwards, there was english class. Now, you think this one might be more fun but it was still kind of bland! The teacher spoke completely in french while teaching, a large contrast to the french class I take in school. At this point, I was sleepy and I had a headache. Oh, and I also ran out of tissues.
(One thing worth noting is that on the wall at the back of the classroom, the students did a bunch of posters on obesity and healthy eating...in english. Surprise, surprise! It's linked to America. One poster said, "[Obese people] have no friends, they are excluded from society and they have difficulty to move." Strong statement, haha! Audrey flipped her english journal and there was some pictures they had to glue in about unhealthy eating in America. Which reminds me, when I went to a bookstore, my host family brought an American recipe cookbook. It had a large flag in the center of the book, and the cover was a photo of a bagel hamburger! All the recipes looked fairly unhealthy. Is this what people outside of America think of us? I'm amused.
When math class came about, my eyes were bleeding tears of boredom, which happens when I get tired. Geeze, I felt kind of miserable. I slyly rested my head in my arms and fell asleep. That is the first time I fell asleep in class-- Well, not counting the time during SSR in middle school when I dozed off accidentally. I was latter woken up by my teacher and I felt immensely guilty. But might I emphasis "accidentally"?
This time was different because I consciously fell asleep on purpose. I think I most definitely offended the teacher.
When it was lunch time, Audrey and another student asked me if I had a nice rest. Oops. In my defense, I was seriously feeling miserable and sick. Am I allergic to France? I sure hope not, since it's a beautiful country. I deliriously thought "J'ai mal a la tete," to myself all day.
Lunch came about, and I think most (if not all) buy lunch here to eat. It seemed better prepared compared to the cafeteria at our school. It's also definitely true that the french eat a lot of bread with their meals!
I would write more but it's late. And here ends the blog post that sounds like it been written by an annoying, immature, quirky kid. Sorry. It's 2am here and I need to sleep. Maybe it'll be updated tomorrow?
Bye!
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