My first day at a school in France!!!

Today when I woke up I was feeling pissed off about the fact that it was the first day of the French school term.

Anyway, I got up and got into my t-shirt of the closest country I could find, “Italy” aka: Italia.  Then I went through to have my breakfast.

After that I got on the computer and played some “new star soccer” (it’s a great game, you should play it, p.s: that’s a comment for my classmates in New Zealand and some of my uncles).

Then I packed my bag (which was very light considering it only had a handball, a quarter full pencil case, and some chocolate cookies.

We walked to the school, which only took 2 minutes.


My school, the Ecole Paulin Nicoleau

When I got there my mum found the principal and started talking, and I bounced my handball against the wall. Then my mum found my teacher* (and the funny thing was, the principal was Ollie’s teacher, the school only had four classes, and there were only eighty students at the school)*and started talking.

For the first half hour or so I didn’t have any books, whiteboards, slates, or paper so I just fiddled with my watch.  Then the person at the desk next to mine said “have you got anything to do your work on?” and I said “no”, but then the teacher came and gave me a white board and the person in the middle row gave me a whiteboard marker.

The first subject was maths and we did timesing numbers.  The next subject was English, but I didn’t do any English, if you ask me, I just sat at the computer and did a French quiz with some other English speaking people. Then we did spelling/dictations, but in the middle of that subject we had morning tea.

At morning tea, me and some other people played with my handball and we played a game where there are 2 teams of 2 and the team without the ball has to try to get the ball of the team with the ball and my team simply owned the other team because they would come storming at us and we would take our time bouncing, throwing, or dummy throwing the ball over their heads and in a lot of other places like to each other.

Then the bell rang and we waited outside the corridor for the teacher to be ready to go in.* (and by the way, the teacher kept saying I was going to be an all black when I grew up but I don’y think so)*.

Then we went in and sat down at our seats while the people who hadn’t finished the spelling/dictation subject finished it and while we were doing that the teacher finished yelling at the people who did stuff wrong (but I had an exception seeing I was a newbie even though I did everything wrong, I guess the teacher was just trying to control his anger with me for doing everything wrong but he still let me off with it.

Then the bell rang and we all filed to the door to go home for a 2 hour lunch break at home.  I walked out the door and found my mum in the principal’s room talking to him about me and Ollie along with the school. When she finished talking with the Principal we walked home.

When we got home we had a lunch of fried eggs, bacon, and baguette.  After that I got on the computer and went on new star soccer again.

Then we went to school again and did more subjects which were pretty hard considering they were in French.  Then we had an afternoon break and played.  After that we did hurdles for sport on the asphelt till basically the end of school.

When we went in we got our bags and went out the door of the school.  And there it was my first day at a French school.  Voila.


5 thoughts on “My first day at a school in France!!!

  1. Grandpa

    What a brilliant first day you’ve had, Tom. Spelling and dictation in the classroom will be great fun when you’ve learned a few more French words. And handball and hurdles in the courtyard will suit you right down to the asphalt. I liked seeing your neat homework writing. Superbe! Sensationnel! Très très bien. Have another great day.

  2. Susan Andrewes

    Personally, I never got a hang of dictations in French school! Mine always followed the following format: “Blank, blank, blank…(repeat for several lines)…random word spelled incorrectly…blank, blank, blank…virgule…à la ligne (well at least I recognised these as being words)…blank, blank, blank…” I feel sorry for my poor teacher who had to ‘correct’ it 😉

    Love your writing Tom. I really admire you and Ollie for diving head first into this experience.

    1. Grandpa

      Nonetheless virgule Susie virgule can’t you just see where all those blank blank blanks have got you point d’interrogation A la ligne Blank blank blanks can turn into elegant purple prose virgule n’est-ce pas virgule with a little bit of persistence point virgule and tiré of course tiré an enlightened outlook on the realities of life in the French educational system point final

  3. Grandpa

    Silly old me virgule I used the wrong word above point I think I should have written tiret and not tiré point Sorry point d’exclamation


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