Oh Lordy...
Although I'm making the situation out to be bigger than actually was I just honestly surprised when I saw "le poor white trash" in my textbook. Of course I know it's not meant to be offensive and only in an academic sense, but I couldn't help but wonder who looks up these English phrases for these textbooks.
Today, we began our rock climbing ("l'escalade" en français) unit for gym class. Nearly everyone had done rock climbing with the Lycée before, so it was a smooth transition into a new unit. I haven't done a ton of rock climbing in the US, but of the climbing I have done I was able to make a few observations about rock climbing in the US versus in France (well, at Lycée Berthelot). The biggest difference I noted was in security. In the US there is always a little dialogue between climber and belayer before they begin climbing. Here, it's pretty once the climber is ready they can climber. Of course, it's always nice to ask the belayer if he/she is ready, but otherwise the dialogue isn't much longer than this. Also, the harnesses here are simpler than in the US. There aren't any complicated knots that you have to learn or any loops (of which you have no idea their purposes). This being said, the unnecessarily complicated knots of the US do make me feel a little more secure. Finally, when someone isn't using a wall they just leave the ropes out here. In the US, people are so paranoid about keeping ropes tucked away and tidy and never leaving them out when not being used. In short, although the security levels for the rock climbing were a little questionable (but I still do have confidence in the Lycée), rock climbing pretty really fun. I'm definitely enjoying this new unit more than Badminton...
I finished school today at 15h00 (3:00 pm) and so I had some time to hang out with some friends after school. Otherwise, I didn't experience anything particularly life changing this afternoon. However, the night is still young! Which also means that I should be running off to handball practice soon. :)
À la prochaine fois,
Becca