THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.....REALLY

Okay today was the real first day of school. We had classes and everything. By now I was established in the community of 9th grade. Not well-established, but people could most likely remember my face. The name might take a while, but the face probably stuck. One thing I have noticed is that none of the teachers can really pronounce my name at all. It's always pronounced either like cahlehb, cahleeb, or on a couple of occasions cableeb. I've kind of let this slide because its kind of funny watching them pronounce my name, but all the kids know my name. And on that note, all the kids speak really good english, while all the adults have super thick accents. That day I had Business, English, ICT, Math, and Art. We skipped French because we were getting assigned lockers which aren't really lockers, there really just little cubbies that close that we have to share with another person. Business is okay, I think that may be the class where I catch up on my sleep, we didn't have really have English because I guess the teacher is in Argentina or something, so we just stood in the hall for an hour talking and what not. ICT was really cool because we just got an hour of free period on the computer. Our teacher has a really thick Arabic accent, and he keeps repeating that we are going to "Brock the compooter!" (Break the computer), so that class is pretty cool. After that we had lunch (you can actually go out to eat for lunch! But I stayed inside) I continued onto math, which is not my favorite subject, but by the looks of it I should do okay this year. The whole class is on this two year program I.G.C.S.E, I think. Where we learn like algebra, geometry, advanced algebra, statistics, triginometry, etc. all at once. That may sound crazy, but it's two years, and plus we're starting out with identifying numbers so I think I got this. After math art was the place to go. The art teacher I soon learned barely spoke English, like some of the adults in the building. So most of the time I was just nodding, then asking one of the bilingual students (there are a lot) what she was saying. We drew pictures of who we are where we're from, you know all that stuff. By the way she looked at my drawing I think she liked it. She said something about and then walked away, so I guess I'll never know. After art it was finally time for home I met mom outised at around 5, and we made our way home.