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    There's the bell, time for french. I pick up my Trig book, of course dropping my notebook and binder. After about 2 minutes of scrambling for my stuff, it's a dash to class. You ever run in a marathon? You need to pace yourself in the begginning, then let the lead out. Well, my voyage to class was sort of like a marathon...only you would run like crazy to get there and skid to a slow walk when you go by a class...after all, "No running in the hallways!" So after dodging a couple making out in the middle of the hallway and after having your friends maul you, you get to class and sit down.

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    So now class is starting. First, homework check. Homework in French? Sounds easy, but when you have to write a whole chapter of a book in french...well, it is not a picnic in the park. Now onto business....VERBS!!! gonk Now don't get me wrong...verbs are one of the most important things in grammar...but you don't really think about how many there are until you take a language, believe me. During this time of course I'm doodling, chatting with my amigos behind me, and pretty much giving the clock a death glare. It seems that sometimes the clock went back instead of forward...you know what I mean; you stare at it so long that when the second hand gets to 12 it looks like the minute hand went backwards. Anyway, after a 30 minute lesson we would get about 5-10 minutes of homework time for the next day. Of course, this time would always vary due to the kid that can't talk to his buds quietly. Imagine it...taking notes and then hearing a loud thud. You look over to see this kid under his desk and his friend laughing so hard his vein pops out of his head. Yea....funny, until the teacher starts freaking out; and believe me, when we had a substitute, well...I'll let you imagine that one. I'll just say, you can imagine the craziest thing in the world and my class probably did it.
    Now back to homework time, after all, the funny stuff is coming up and I know you want to hear that. While most of the students did their homework in this time, others, like myself would catch up with homework due next block or homework due the next day. But a small group, the kids who fall out of their desks in class, will start their little schmile. One time the ring leader, as I called him, had this nasty smelling cheese. I have no clue what it was or where he got it, but it was french cheese gone bad. cheese_whine He brought it up to our teacher and asked her to smell it. She chuckled; she lived in France for 5 years and was used to it, and she smelled. Well, this kid smashes this old cheese into her face, then runs around the room making the sound of a siren. wahmbulance To say the least the teacher was not amused. I won't go into detail, but he almost got the spit slapped out of his mouth...no lie! Pretty much every day was like this.

    I took 3 french classes and graduated in June of '09 and I must say, I think I will continue my studies in the language. Not only did I enjoy learning it, but I got a free show everyday for 90 days and I think that that kids humor helped my class a lot! Kids would try to rush the teacher so they could watch this kid do stupid stuff, and I must say that our class average in that class was an 87.96...%. And you thought your classes were crazy...

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    Oh darn, that's all for French, onto Calculus!