As most of you probably know, at the beginning of this year I moved towns and started a new school. Waking up the morning of my first day, putting on my new school uniform and walking through the gates of the completely (well not completely – I had debated there before) unfamiliar environment was one of the most nervewracking things I have ever had to do. I had ‘Take A Breath’ stuck in my head, and without it, I probably would have forgotten to breathe.
As scary as the day was, I had one small comfort; everyone I faced would be speaking the same language as me.
The same cannot be said for today, as I walk through the doors of my lycée for the first time. Facing a school full of faces I have never seen before, who speak a language I only have the slightest understanding of, and whose mental associations with my country are kangaroos and Steve Irwin… well, I’d happily start a new Australian school a week if it meant I didn’t have to go through today. Don’t get me wrong; I’m super excited to be here, and I can’t wait to make friends and improve my language, but the thought of The First Day is terrifying. I would do anything to be able to fast forward, I’unno, a month, so that my language is better and I actually know people. I was talking to my host mum earlier about lunches and she said (in english, pathetic I know) “Your first day, do not worry as you start at one thirty so we eat at home. Your second day, well, you will have all your friends to show you what to do.” I really hope she wasn’t just being optimistic.
All of my camp friends started school last week (I’m going to a private/catholic school so we start later) and they all survived their first few days. Apparently it’s nervewracking and you can’t understand anything, but people are nice and it’s weirdly fun. And they all say English (Anglais) class is the best, but what’s surprising there?!
I hope my reports are as positive and exciting as theirs, but I’ll be sure to tell you all about it either way.
Here goes nothing…
frangipani princess xoxo