Boring title, I know, but I’m now going to write about my entire day. I’m warning you: It’s going to be long.
Previously, on Kayleigh’s life:
She went to bed at midnight because after getting home at 10 pm from the comedy theater thingy, she spent 2 hours talking to her best friend, her mom and then her dad. Smart move on her part that was. Friday morning:
- 6.40 am Rise from bed like corpse from grave
- 7.20 am Leave house
- 7.35 am At school
- 8 am Physics/Chemistry lesson
- 9 am Free period!
- 10 am Two hours of Geography in ENGLISH! :DDDD That was my first lesson EVER in English, kinda. For two years, ages 11 to 13, I had English lessons, and despite being in the advanced group I was still the best, well, tied for best. There was this guy who always had the same grade I had, or sometimes half a point more or less. Whenever the teacher would say the grades, or we’d get our tests back, you’d hear the two of us compare our grades and if I a better grade, even just half a point more than him, I’d say "Yes!" and if it was the other way round he‘d say "Yes!" It wasn’t a nasty competitio between us.
- 12 pm Lunch
- 1 pm Get confused by blank space in timetable and think that I had Italien at 1 pm. Get lost trying to find classroom. Ask adult ten to fifteen minutes later. Get told Italien is at 2 pm, like it’s written on my timetable. (Walk away muttering/thinking to myself "Idiot… You know what, I didn’t have enough sleep. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.")
- Talk with people in English AND French, NOT just French!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDD (I was glowing with joy when I told my parents about my day and how I met people who were like ME. I’m not the only who speaks more than one language and has several nationalities and stuff. AND during lunchtime, I ate with Julie and Fanny and we were trying to figure out what language the two people sitting next to us were talking. That NEVER would have happened at my old school! :D)
- 2 pm Italien. The teacher was BRLLIANT! Really. I could go on, but I still have a lot to say.
- 3 pm Sport, but we didn’t do anything. Lots of talking. Was fun.
- 5 pm End of day! Finally bought an agenda.
When I got home I spoke to my parents and family in general about my FABULOUS school and how we’re freer and we’re not constantly getting yelled at my teachers and stuff like my old school. And you don’t have to queue for ages just to eat lunch. (Like the old school…) And I got to meet new people because there’s 1450 students, 400 or more of which are my age.
Because my classroom is so big, 35 students, I actually met new people from my OWN class. It’s weird… Anyway, Natasha is Polish/French/British, Naomi is Canadian/British, Nina is British, I think, Laurence is American/French with some Spanish/Italian family, Manon, before being in France, was in New Zealand.
Other people I met or talked to and had already met: Julie, Fanny, Claire, Victoria, Chloe, and a few others. (Whose name I can’t remember for the very simple reason that I had a long, tiring day with other 1450 students. It’s confusing.)
Oh! I saw pics of my Irish cousins. They’re so cute! Cairenn, 1 and a half, looks SO much like Dylan, who is apparently very naughty but entertaining. He’s 4 years old. The oldest, Jack, is quiet and serious, but my God! He talks more than I do. AND they all have Irish accents, despite only their mother being Irish. (Their dad, my uncle Tony, is Dutch/South African.) Well, I don’t know about Cairenn, she hasn’t started talking. Not really. (I’m sure she talks, but probably just a few words.)
I want to see them again!
And the Irish accents make it hard to understand them, because they’re not light accents, they’re heavy.
On Facebook, I saw pics of my best friend who lives in Amsterdam, and she went to the beach in Scheveningen. I used to go there when I still lived in The Hague… 😦 I miss the Netherlands soooo much. I feel more at home there then here in France. I want to go back there so much. 😦
(To see the beach: google maps, "Scheveningen" and click on Satellite. If go up the coast, you’ll see the pier. I have several memories of that beach, and the kind of shopping center near it.)
- After dinner, we wacthed Ocean’s Twelve. I LOVE Rusty and Danny’s conversations. And Linus is my favorite character. He’s shy in an endearing way.
- 2 am: Instead of going to bed, I wrote down writerly stuff on my whiteboard. See, at the comedy theater thingy (now called CTT), I thought of my novel between sketches. And I never wrote it down. So I did that at 2 am. I must have been a sight: in my pjs maddly scribbling on my whiteboard, which is, um, *sheepish smile* on the back of my door. It’s the only place I could find for it!
- I eventually went to bed.