Jeudi: 5 fevrier
Today was certainly a day, that much I can say. I read a poem in French and was happy because even though I didn’t understand all of it, I was able to appreciate it. I once read a poem that was translated from German and it was terrible. Well, it wasn’t too bad, it just didn’t sound very good. Next to it, fortunately, was the German version and though I know only a handful of completely useless German words (I’m not saying that German as a language is useless, just that I have no idea how often I’ll need to talk about gloves, things being too bad, or me being the prophet, in a German-only area), I was able to sound it out as best I could and figure out that it did sound halfway decent (here, however, I am making a crack at the German language. I just think it’s not the most poetic). So, that was a giant, generally irrelevant anecdote to contextualize my original anecdote which, truth be told, happened two days ago anyway.
I drew a ninja today. Apparently the French think drawing is really cool. But I drew a ninja of my own creation and Thomas thought it was so cool, that he wanted me to draw Sasuke from Naruto (I forgot, have I told you about watching Naruto and South Park in French? Naruto isn’t as bad in French, I don’t think it’s only because he doesn’t say “Believe it!” However, I don’t believe the French voice actors for South Park have ever actually seen the show). So I shamefully drew fanart. I drew him in the most boring static pose, too. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing though. Then he was like “dessin Naruto! Et Sakura!” and, true to the words someone very wise (and so artistically inclined) once said - “Artists make lousy slaves” - I said no. Non. Jamais. Pas pour moi. (Maybe one, two people will get that last little part)
Mariah said that, by the way.
Time Class Comments
8h30 - 9h30 Anglais This class didn’t actually happen though. The teacher’s mother passed away the night before, so the teacher wasn’t there. Fun fact: interesting trivia can be found in the school newsletter, such as members of the staff’s family who died in the last few days.
9h30 - 10h30 Espagnol Lv2 Spaced off.
10h30 - 11h30 Physiques The teacher exploded at a student, then the entire class because the kid didn’t do his homework. So after yelling at him, lecturing the class, distributing an impromptu pop quiz (I believe he asked the questions off the top of his head), lecturing the class some more, he then went and talked to the principal. He was still mad the next day. Moral: I will never not do my homework.
11h30 - 13h00 Histoire - Geo I know something happened here…
13h00 - 14h00 Dejeuner! Food. Food happened.
14h00 - 16h00 Module Anglais, Module Math I’m not sure what the Module means, nor was I able to learn considering these classes didn’t happen either. There was an assembly type thing that, at the beginning of it was told that it was regarding the principal’s deceased father or something (as I vaguely recall from the obituary right above the advertisement for the religious club), but it turns out it was about the Sophomore/Junior equivalents having to plan what track they’re taking next year. Boyo, was I confused.
16h00 - 17h00
I think the rest of jeudi was the same as most my other days. I don’t know, it’s Sunday as I write this, and my attention span has been suffering. I guess things in French are harder to remember. Fun fact: occasionally I remember something that happened before I left in broken French, it’s bizarre and I don’t like it. Also, I had a dream in French. It was the family explaining stuff to me. It was one of those annoying dreams that for a while I can’t remember if it actually happened or not. Fortunately, I don’t remember what the dream people told me, so it’s all good (c’est tout bon).
Calling it good for tonight,
Taylor en France
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