French school - new challenge for me

          In the previous post I wrote about my walks with my grandma's dogs, today it's time for school - yes, I went to a French school. I remember till today, when after the last week of holiday lazing, the time has come that my parents decided to go and save me and my sister to school. Unfortunately, there was no talk of a Polish kindergarten and a Polish school - within a few tens kilometers there were only French schools. It was very hard and stressful for both me and my sister because none of us knew French. My sister, with only 2 years and 8 months, was learning to speak Polish so there was no talk of communication with French children.
          Let's start with my very first day at this school. If I remember correctly, it was Tuesday. The headmistress of the school decided that he would not take me back to the first grade, but I would go with children at my age to the second grade. In a quick pace he showed me and my father basic places, such as the toilet, the locker which I was assigned for the jacket, the pitch and the common-room. It's time to say goodbye to my dad and go to school, which was supposed to last until 4:30 PM - in this school classes began from 8:00 AM and lasted until 4:30 PM with a 2 hour break for dinner at noon. I remember this stress. The headmaster took me to the classroom and I suppose he introduced me, but I did not understand. I sat down next to one girl and sat there until noon. I was so stressed and nervous about this situation that despite the earlier learning of French words I could not even ask if I could go to the toilet. 
          Around noon, the teacher came up to me and showed me that she was going to show me that it was time for dinner, but at the time I did not know that the canteen is not in school, but only about 8 km by bus. There were not as many children in the canteen as in Poland, because our school had only 4 classes.  The ladies in the cafeteria were not nice, almost surly in relation to children, I still have the same opinion about them today. However, I will leave the topic of the canteen to the next post because it can be written for a long time. After returning to school, the girl next to whom I was sitting introduced herself and from that day I knew that her name was Vanessa, and later I would describe the development of our friendship because it involves another topic. But returning to the subject of the school, if the parents did not come for the child at 16:30, they were led to the common-room in which the tutoress played with us, and took us time, for example, to come up with various occasional gifts for parents or grandparents, such as flower pots made from scratch by us, and many more. She often did homework with us so that we would have free time when we returned home.
          The first day in this school, in the cafeteria and the common room was perhaps one of the most stressful moments in a child's life. Because I did not understand anything at all who was talking to me or I could not say anything at all, it did not make things any easier. In the following posts, a story about friendship with Vanessa awaits you, about meeting old lady Jacqueline, who helped me learn French and the subject of the canteen. I hope that these posts are not boring for you, for me it's nice to recall memories that make me smile on my face and pride that I have survived such a difficult period in my childhood.