I found it strange to see how other countries studied the English language. In my French class, we were learning the passé composé, so it seemed ridiculous that my cousin spent class time studying what “lol” meant.
As I ran upstairs, that feeling of dishonesty flooded through me. I was angry, and scared, and couldn’t face my parents with the truth of my getting into, quite literally, yet another scrape. Had I been two years younger, I would have sulked until the incident was forgotten, but with graduation from high school on the horizon, I couldn’t leave my parents and me at odds. And what’s more, I was tired of being too angry at myself to act responsibly.
On the first day of class, I was surprised that I did not immediately take an interest in the class in the way that I had presumed I would. Over the next couple of classes I actually began to lose interest, until our teacher announced that we would be going on the first of our weekly field trips.