School

Sofia & I

When people asked me what I was most worried about before leaving for France, I didn’t say school.   As the days got closer to school I wondered if I’d make any friends.  Would I be accepted, would I fit in?   On the first day I already met Sofia, Fanny, Eglantine (who my dad calls Eggplantine).   How different would it be from school at St Clements?   What would it be like going to school with boys?

I go to a school called Rolland Garros, located on a hill overlooking the sea and the city.   Rolland Garros was the first Frenchman to ever cross the Mediterranean sea by plane. 

School Yard Overlooking Nice

Many things about my school in Nice are different than my school back home. For example, my schools’ tiny washroom stalls only contain a toilet. Not even any toilet paper which I must bring from home each day.   As well there are no lockers.   I wondered what I would do with all my stuff.  The principal then explained to me that I don’t leave anything at school. I only bring the things I need for the classes I have that day. I use my knapsack as my locker. I carry everything around from class to class.

It’s hard enough speaking French all day.    Each student in grade 6 has the choice of taking English or German.   Naturally, I wasn’t going to study English so I’ve decided to take German since it is probably the only opportunity I may get to study it.  

One of the things I enjoy most about school is cantine which back home we call cafeteria lunch.  There is always an appetizer, a main course and then dessert.   Some of the meals have been spaghetti with meat sauce, salmon and mushrooms, or polenta and meat.  The delicious French and Italian food is always the highlight of my day.

Cantine with Parents & Pals

Got to go to school now…. until next time.

Simona