school is a drag in any hemisphere

There are a couple things I really like about school here:

a- There is a designated time for "phonetiques" and we all go to a room and put on these huge headphones and just recite the French that has been said to us, it records, and then we play it back and hear how we sound when we speak French. It's kind of funny because it is just another time when my American accent becomes blatantly clear to me... I don't like that so much, but I love not having to interact and being able to personally focus on my weaknesses...

...b- lunch break, every day, is an hour and a half long, you know, if they let us out on time...which never really happens....

---We never start on time, we never finish on time, we never break on time, I hate this. I am usually compulsively on time, and it is driving me crazy.

c- While I can't understand my classmates' French, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Chinese, I can sometimes understand their English, so I have made a few acquaintances- by that I mean, purely superficial friends.
Fiona- from Taiwan, but she studied in the US for a while, so her English is much better than others.
Maria Jose- I can understand most of what she says, but she has a heavy Spanish accent (she is Mexican...)
and maybe this one girl, I don't her name but she sits next to me every evening at school at the computer tables, and is the last to leave with me, and we joke and laugh...

I still am not really liking French, and today was horribly boring. My teacher, Alexandra, is just repeating and repeating herself. Like she spent 3 hours on the same exercise today, and I felt like jacking her in the face.

Point of the story being, I am picking up new hobbies to ease the anger, I doodle constantly, I am going to start writing poetry again, I am keeping this as up to date as I can, I am becoming a better pen pal, I promise, I am focusing on the pictures, and the French life, and not worrying about the language.

I started heavily planning Ireland today, and that made me pretty happy....though I know as soon as I go home, Patrik is going to drill me of the same things.....

ugh....I miss home.