Five Weird Things in France

Here is a collection of just odd things that are odd. In France.
1. That One French Thing I Had to Do
Because I'm foreign and don't really know what's going on half the time, I usually don't do any tests or anything.   And the one subject in which I can barely do anything is French because it's all in... French. Imagine being foreign and studying Shakespeare. Like that, but French. (My vocabulary is being very hesitant today.) So one day the prof comes up to me and goes, "Okay, because you obviously can't write an essay in french, I want you to instead copy out two extracts from the text we're studying".
Let's review: this in no way shows any of my capabilities, unless handwriting counts. It's not comprehension, it's just copying the text out. I couldn't take it seriously. It's something a dyslexic dolphin could do. Consequently, I got 14/20 for it.
2. The Most Innocent Conversation That I've Possibly Ever Had
This was between me and... HFD, surprisingly.
HFD: Do you like tea?
Me: Yes, I love tea.
HFD: Me too. But the tea here, it's not good.
Me: I know.
HFD: It's all industrial. You know, Earl Grey...
Me: (quietly) I love Earl Grey.
HFD: ... Lipton, it's not good. I prefer organic.
Me: Oh, okay.
And then he just walked away.
3. Spanish Class
The only reason I find this odd is because I don't speak Spanish, at all. And somehow I wound up taking Spanish in French. It just doesn't quite add up. I feel like bursting into laughter every time I walk into the classroom.
4. In English Class the Prof Always Asks Me to Correct Other People's Grammar
Actually, this isn't weird, this is just awesome.
5. My Mother's Christmas Present
For Christmas, my mother gave me this owl key chain that has a little button on the back which, when pressed, lights its eyes up an intense blue colour and makes it do this loud chirping sound. I've attached it to my school bag, because I like having that jangly noise wherever I go.
It was a bad choice.
Now that owl gets more attention then me. R has a lot of fun shining the light in other people's faces. Today, though, when he tried to do it just before Science, I turned abruptly around.
And just stared at him.
He looked quite shocked.
I turned back, satisfied that my message had been made clear. But then, not five minutes later:
"SCREECH CHIRP CHIRP"
(That is, in fact, what it sounds like.)