Die Party ist aus.

Can someone who knows German please do my homework for me? That's right guys. German class. My teacher kept making sympathetic faces at me once she learned I don't speak Turkish or German. At least she wasn't upset that I didn't do any of the class work she assigned.

So here was today's schedule:
1. German
2. Turkish
3. Geometry
4. Literature
5. Recess
6. Geometry
7. Lunch
8. Trigonometry
9. English
10. History

So I told you about German.. Let's see. Turkish. Didn't get anything. The teacher was asking the class what they learned last year. Geometry. Took notes. In Turkish. Mostly I drew the diagrams because he read his notes out and I could not write a word of what he said. Literature- another handout, I just followed along as my classmates read outloud. No idea what it was about. Recess... A random 25 minute break. I went outside. As if the 10 minutes in between each class isn't enough.. And we don't even have to move rooms. You just sit there. Or I do. Everyone else rushes into the hallway and talks really, really loudly until the teachers herd them back into their rooms. Then more geometry. Then lunch in the dinning room, same as yesterday. Then trig. And I knew some of the stuff he was teaching, despite it being in Turkish. Go me. We were learning about the CAST rule thing. Although in Turkish they don't call it that.. Obviously. Then English with a different teacher. His name is Mr. Wright and he's from Colerado.

Then, during the break following that class I asked Mr. Wright how to say please in Turkish and pulled out my notebook of Turkish words I should probably know and wrote it down (lütfen) and some of my classmates saw and started adding to it and correcting my spelling and having me repeat words and by the time my history teacher came in half the class was crowded around my desk (the other half having noticed him and sat down). Then the history teacher asked what was going on and I heard a chorus of Maeghan blah blah blah Canada blah blah Türkçe bilmiyor (getting used to hearing that- the class tells all my teachers). And so my history teacher didn't give me a handout and said I didn't have to do his class or something? And then the girl who sits beside me, Dilan, spent the entire class adding to my vocabulary list and getting me to say stuff and every now and then someone else would add something and at one point the whole class was saying things like su, soda, coka-cola... I was like- I know what Coke is, thanks. And then another girl who reminds me of Ange passed notes to me.. in front of the history teacher, who didn't care! And was asking me things like, where did you learn Spanish (they saw my spanish-turkish comparisons in my notebook) and stuff like that. And at one point she had written "omg." And I was like- Does that mean what I think it means? Does she know what it means? Anyways. The girls who sit around me seem to have sort of adopted me.

I have started to compare people to people back home.. Like the girl who reminds me of Ange. Or the kid who is definitely a Dallas. Or the teacher who's like Miss Lorenz. Or the Janine in the hallway. Or the girl who looks like Leirin. The Linda sitting beside me. It's wierd. And then there's that guy who isn't in my class but has a habit of wandering into my classroom during break (to talk to the Dallas-like kid) who has an uncanny resemblance to Chad Michael Murray. Odd, I know, but whenever I see him I think 'A Cinderella Story'. Of course this kid is Turkish, so they aren't twins or anything, but the face shape and hair are the same. I actually started laughing when I figured out who he looked like. Crazy Canadian kid giggling to herself alone in a classroom. That's right. You wish you were that cool.

-Maeghan