School and why French kids have so much time on their hands.

This is my schedule. On Monday I go to English for an hour, then P.E. for two hours. Next is a one hour break and lunch, then two hours of French. I round out the day with history/geography/economics. Tuesday I start with history, then math, and so on and so forth.

The point is, I have different classes at different times on different days. Even this schedule isn't the final draft. I may have to drop Spanish, thank God.

I've found the school system a little strange. Some kids have long stretches of time where they have nothing to do. Other days they are packed full. It's been a few days and I still have to rely on my friends to tell me where I have to go next.

And speaking of friends, It took me all of one class period to find new ones. My very first class I had was English, and even before the teacher explained who I was I had seat offers. I'd like to thank mom and dad for my face. It's brought me far.

I was really impressed with how helpful everyone was. They translated things for me and guided me to class. One guy, Julien, photocopied his notes from the week before so I could catch up in History. I don't know what it is. Maybe they take pity on me for something?

There are two exchange students at the school. Myself and a boy from Hungary. I met him today at lunch, and he seemed to be in the same boat I was, save for the fact that his french was better than mine. Word got around, I guess, because he seeked me out. I can't escape my age, either. It's only been a day and I've already been asked about my graduating early. We don't even have a Baccalaureat in America. CAN I GO ONE DAY WITHOUT BEING ASKED ABOUT THIS?

The girls are cute, though.