Doozies

So everything lately has just seemed weird, like, language wise. I hear the French, it comes in, but sometimes it hits, and sometimes it doesn't. The more aware I am the better off I am and when I'm tired GOOD LUCK. It's weird too, the first language I hear from someone or think in is the language I will be glued to that day. Today, it was english, which made for a bad French day.

I realize I haven't updated this since I started school, but I've been giving updates on Facebook instead of putting them up on my blog. Whoops. Sorry not sorry. I started school 3 days ago and I honestly wasn't prepared for this. There's so many kids and the school is rather large. It's weird having different classes everyday, having random points in the day where there is nothing to do so you're confused whether you go home or chill somewhere and the school, and also really kind of being alone. I think I've made friends but I just can't tell. I think I have. I just kind of follow and stay quiet. It's honestly better for me to just listen rather than talk. I really only talk if I'm spoken to anyway. The teachers here also, I swear, have some secret language they write in and that it is also their sole purpose in life to speak as fast as they can. I've kind of given up on trying to take notes in class but the nerd in me is like 'Pay attention and stop staring at random things and you could get it' and then there's the ADHD part saying 'I don't think you looked at that before...or that....or that..or there...'. I'm pretty sure I'm just going crazy.

I was told that the teacher to student relationship is also very different. I like in America how the teachers and students can be friends and talk about problems in life, school, and really just anything before, during, or after school. Here, the teacher to student relationship is solely professional. You're a thing in my class, you sit there, shut-up, listen to me, and go. Sometimes though, there are teachers who are more comforting though. Like my english and physics teachers. Today, my english teacher would talk to me in english and ask about things and was really interested in learning about where I come from and what I've done, and my physics teacher asked me if I understood everything, made sure that I had everything I needed, and was just an all around awesome lady. That was also basically the only class I have understood so far (hurray colors...).

Just to kind of put this out there, I've actually had some moments where I've almost thought about shooting off e-mails to begin a return. This is a lot more than I thought it was going to be, and for some reason, just at night, I get super homesick. Like, bad. I guess having something to do just keeps me preoccupied during the day and afternoon, but, I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm homesick is the little spoils of America that I took for granted but now never will haha. It takes a strong person to do an exchange, and for me to even think about wanting to go home after all the hard work I did and all the things I gave up to come here is even stupid. So, when I get homesick, that's exactly what I think about, and sit there and go 'Oh, well, I'm an idiot. I'm about to throw away 2 years worth of planning, 15 months of working, and a whole bunch of other crap, just because I miss this. Yeah. Go ahead" and then I'm all better. I think it just comes down to friends. I just miss all mine and wish I could find some just like them, but, I'm beginning to :) Claire, if you're reading this, thank you.

With almost 2 weeks under my belt, a packing about to be on it's way from home, a rotary weekend this weekend, and new clothes shopping planned for next week. I think I'm finally starting to settle in to France. Now, if I can just figure out how to beat the heat. Commee oonnnnnnn Fall!

Au Revoir!