The Ironic Hydra :: L'Hydre Ironique

A week ago, I sauntered into my history class, fully prepared to understand NOTHING, as usual, so eager was I to learn perhaps some obscure French history secrets that were forbidden to be shared outside the country.

And then I found out.  We weren't going to be learning about French kings, nor revolutions, nor about the Gauls nor Druids.  I wouldn't learn in the class about the veritable existence of Astérix and Obélix.

French cartoon characters might've been in my textbook

Nope, I get tune out the glorious description of the 18th and 19th century one more time, except this time, it's in French.  Didn't I already take this class?  Didn't I already pass the AP World History test??

It's slightly better in French though (only slightly) because I'm less of a burden on my friends since I can understand most of the paragraphs in the textbook.  English and French become more and more similar as the words get bigger.  Words like socialism or democracy are practically the same thing in both languages.  

Words like eye are totally different, and my science class is filled with smaller words like that.  I detest science here, only because I can't understand my favorite subject.  It's not like not understanding French or Literature class.  My incomprehension of those two classes is reasonable, French class here is like English class in the states, full of literature with archaic words. But science?  How is it different than History in terminology?  I'm shocked that I can't go through science as easily as...history.  After this year, I'm burning off all my history notes.

He's smiling because he didn't have to learn history

Funnily enough, my least favorite class isn't Science but English, but only because here, it's taught as a foreign language.  That's the problem for me, English isn't a foreign language.  It's like teaching a French lady how to say table in French.  She already knows.

Her students majored in math for 15 years

I can't complain too much, it's my one chance to help my friends with their English.  I'm so glad my friends are so much more patient and understanding than I am.  They've had to explain words to me with roundabout ways, and everyday in all my classes.  I only do it for three hours a week.

Thing is, they' re learning all the grammar rules that very few people in America care about.  <--such as ending sentences with prepositions.  There was an idiom in class: "On the one hand ... on the other hand."  I've always thought there was no "the" in the first part.  I googled it, both seem acceptable, but I guess the "the" version is more proper.  I'll come back to the USA with better French English.  

English isn't my only class in English though, I've got a Foreign Lit class.  It's easier for me, but my Foreign Lit class is in English.  If we did have a Foreign Lit class in the States, I'd still want the books to be translated pieces and for the class to be in my language.

Class, today we're going to read the original. *groans*