horray for the sun!
Mood:
a-ok
It is sunny today! ouiah!!!!! I got out of school at noon time because on Thursdays I have no classes in the afternoon. Usually I walk home, and today was an great day to do that,considering the exceptionally good weather, but for I don't know what reason (maybe it was becase I just happened to be passing the bus stop when the bus just happened to be coming by) I hopped on the bus, only to find out much to late that I took the wrong bus. bus 67 and 68 pass by my house... not 69 ...and I was on bus 69. By the time I got off, it was too late and I was hopelessly lost. Crap. I had to get lost on my beautiful afternoon off from school. I walked and walked and ran and walked some more and never thought I was going to get home. Finally I stopped and asked a woman if she knew where Bellaire was. She tried explaining it to me, but must have heard my really strong american accent because she opted to drive me their instead. (!!!!) wow that was so nice because I was a loooooong way from home.
Adriana had religion class directly after lunch, so she couldn't leave with me, but instead came to my house afterwards. We chilled here for 2 hours with mr. Zi zi Coin coin since it was too late for us to go into town, then I walked back to the school with her because she had French4 and had to make a presentation.
She tried making her presentation in her last French class, yesterday or two days ago but the teacher told her to redo it. She had made a speach earlier this month for French class too (and that was what started this whole thing off) and when the teacher graded it, he gave her a 45. a 45!? His explanation was because she had to ask people to correct it. Um... yeah, did he expect that she would write a first draft and have it be absolutely perfect?! People who speak french as their first language can't even do that, so why in He!! is he expecting that from her? She decided that if he wanted a presentation without faults then she would talk in Portuguese because then no one could correct her. So she stood up infront of the entire class and started her presentation. Portuguese is very similar to French and at first the teacher (and all the students, I think) thought she was talking in French, but no one could understand her. After 10 minutes, Pierre finally realized that it wasn't in French and that she would have made her whole thing in Portuguese if someone didnt stop her. "Adriana... in French"
She stopped... "But no, I made a presentation earlier and you took 65 points off because I had to have someone correct it, so I decided that if you wanted a flawless performance, then it would have to be in Portuguese."
The teacher was BEAT RED!! "But I didn't take points off for that.."
*Adriana shows him her paper*
..."Oh, I see" ... (still completely red) "well I will look this over and in the mean time, I would have liked you to come and talk to me privately about this"
But that teacher... and all the teachers at INDJ are the same, never had time to talk to her every time she asked, he was busy; She even asked the English teacher to try and see if she could go to the teachers meeting but Mm. Bemeur forgot to hand in the paper...
And after 8 months of being here and having the teachers make shit with our lives... we are getting tired. They do not read the tests we hand in (no... they would much rather make fun of our French before they actually gave it a grade) then do nothing to support us or make this any better. Their minds are like this ---> . <--- They only see one way of doing things. The students are not much different; And I am just sick and tired of it. J'EN AI MARREE!! I am going to request that this school does not accept any more exchange students.
And I know, as sure as I'm standing here, that next year will be the same as this one, different person, same senario. But all the students will say "oh, those exchange students last year, they didn't want to learn french, they just wanted to come to act stupid, and skip class." ..."They didn't ever study and got really bad points..." ..."All they cared about was traveling... not school" SO WHAT!? I study french. I
can speak french!!!! Wasting my time stressing over Math and Science homework isn't how I want to spend the one year that I am in Europe. They live here. Their Easter vacations consisted of skiing in France, or Switzerland, or visiting Paris, Amsterdam, Germany, Spain, Italy. This is normal to them. They have their entire lives to see it. I don't.
I... live... in... MAINE. What don't they understand?! I can't just come back on holiday on a skiing trip in France. I will, thinking practically, never return here the rest of my life. I don't want this short time to be
wasted (and i say this with such contempt) on unsupportable homework for unsupportable teachers in unsupportable classes.
Yesterday the science teacher passed back the tests that we took the class before. There was a big red x through the only question that I answered (because for the first time ever, I thought that I actually knew the correct response) and at the bottom (because I didn't know the other answers, I drew for the remainder of class) I had drawn a sheep, then a cow, then a pig, then a human. I titled it "Darwinism" lol, cute huh? He put 3 big red arrows through my drawing and wrote a little comment (in french) 'is this the the only word you know in French?'
...excuse me?
That was it. I was done. I left school right then and there, returning home at what already would have been a half day; making it a quarter day for me.
And for his information, 'Darwinism' is a word in English also.
But I am 'a-ok' Wednesday afternoon I went into Liege with Adriana when she was finished, and we went shopping (which always makes me feel better) and I saw the cutest pants and vest at H&M that I need to go back and buy. ...neeeeeed.
And let me just repeat it one more time:
ITS SUNNY TODAY!!!! 8) When Adriana came over we took some photos outside and I will add those to my April Album right now while I'm thinking about it.
-ciao
bisous a tout le monde!
happytracyinbelgium typed this up
at 6:03 PM MEST