Today was my first day of school. I learned many things, including the fact that smiling really is the same in every language, I can understand way more French than I can speak, which is frustrating as hell, and that no matter where you are, it seems to me that the same kinds of people teach the same kinds of subjects. Of course, in order to be willing to be a teacher in a public school full of moody, pubescent high schoolers, one would have to be a specific kind of person anyways. But my discovery of the day went even deeper, to the personality types of each person and how it reflects their subject. My Economics teacher, a Mme. Tack, was extremely energetic and convinced that her subject would change our lives. She had Ms. Frizzle hair and I half expected her to march us all down the four flights of stairs and take us on a magically educational field trip. Our Math teacher wore glasses that framed his focused, thoughtful eyes and wrote in near capital letters on the board. He attempted to make a joke about the fact that I am American, but in the end was the only one laughing; the rest of us just looked confused. For my final class of the morning, we had Francais, which is just grammar, spelling, writing, etc. Exactly like an English class at home. Our teacher for French had on a bright hot pink button-down shirt and had bulging knuckles on his hands from holding pens tightly. He wandered aimlessly around the room, taking to us about whatever digression came to mind, satisfying his Attention Deficit Disorder by opening and closing the windows over and over again.
I was introduced at the beginning of the first period, and during the break after that class two of my new friends came and introduced themselves. Two more came the period after that, and soon we were all hanging out together. I love friendly people. It made my day so much easier. After school, I went downtown and touristed it up for a few hours, wandering and taking pictures of various beautiful buildings and of the crepe I enjoyed in the park. It was perfect.
Guys, I think I might actually be able to do this.
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