la fin de la première semaine

One week here so far....still no bag. I am finding that i am more and more pessimistic about it. shoot.

Anyways, i have started some of my observation at one of the schools. Today i sat in on two classes, who, due to scheduling conflicts between the two schools, will not have the chance to see me again. So we spent the entire class period having them ask me questions, first in english, then in french when they ran out of things that they knew how to say. Out of every class that i've sat in on, these students asked the most questions. The others only got as far as my name and age and 'where was you borned?'

Do you speak french?
Have you seen any stars? (celebrities)
Do you celebrate thanksgiving/what is it.
This one led to a mini history lesson and my realization that thanksgiving makes absolutely no sense. My explanation was something along the lines of "you get together with all of your family and you eat a lot of food in order to give thanks for what you have" my pilgrims and indian first thanksgiving story left them looking sooo confused.
Where do you live/what is your address?
Why did you pick to come here?
How old are you?
This one also surprised them, because honestly, i look like i could be sitting in class with them. There are boys that are 14 who look 20+ and girls who dress super sexy time. And they are 12.
How did you get here, by a boat or a plane?
Do you like Michael Jackson?
I also tried to explain the grading system to one class. And drew a picture of me in my graduation gown and cap to show how awful it was.

They were very curious about life in the united states, and whenever i am on the school grounds all i get are stares. "qui est le fille?" i dont think ill ever get used to the stares. the wide open eyes, omg stares. i stick out like the sorest thumb ever.