Last Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday at French School

I'll break it up so my blog is slightly more organised than usual. Blog, meet subtitles. Subtitles, meet your worst night mare.
MONDAY
After being away from school for like a whole freaking week without any real explanation the French all kind of took it in their stride, which I guess is kind of nice. I forgot that I wasn't actually that close friends with R. For instance, I went to kiss him on the cheek, perfectly routine in France, and he seemed seriously startled. Like I had just pulled a firecracker from my ass. Another example is we had "free time" on the computers so he went on Facebook. I tutted at him, and he just looked up at me grinning at him like a madwoman and went "Quoi?"
I was meant to have my last sports lesson in my entire life ever, but the teacher wasn't there so we didn't have it. Too bad, I was wearing my really cool Converses.
I was watching TV with my older host sister C and I didn't understand something, so I turned to her but she had this big white mark all under her nose. Turns out it's for the cold, but you should've seen my face. Come to think of it, I should've seen me face.
TUESDAY
During the little break inbetween periods, I saw Sarah. Of course, I ran down the stairs and she ran up and we both kind of collapsed into each other. Did it weird out the French? It would have if they could see us.
During my *last* cooking class, the prof kept on asking me things. Do you have Nutella in Australia? (Yes) Do you have these strawberry flavoured things in Australia? (No.) Do you know what custard is? (Yes.) My answers never failed to surprise him. At the end he realised it was my last so we shook hands.He's a very nice man.
Last TP, and guess who me and A were paired up with? (DUN DUN DUN) HFD!
At first, we didn't speak. I mean, he did ask me whether I had *discovered* a lot of things in France but I wasn't really contributing to the conversation. I had to cut these carrots into sticks but they had to be EXACTLY the same size so I ended up using about half of the actual carrot as food worthy. So I 'm here with this ridiculously large pile of useless carrot and the only thing I can think is, "Golly, that's a lot of carrot." Which at that point, my brain found extremely funny. Because I was staring intently at this pile of carrots without doing anything to the observable eye, HFD goes, "Ca va?"
Me: Mmm...
HFD: C'est dur, non? (It's hard, no?)
Me: (negatively) MMM...
And my brain went, "An Abundance of Carrots" so I couldn't even function enough internally to do anything.
After we had finished serving the clients, A asked me whether I wanted any cold half burned french fries. I said no. Then she asked me if I wanted this half cooked semi-warm tomato. Of course I said yes. And then HFD was asking her about her grandfather who died recently and I was kind of in between them trying to look solemn whilst eating a tomato, which just doesn't work. A goes back to work but I still have to finish my tomato, so HFD goes to me;
HFD: (he said this in French, but fuck that) You have something on your nose...
Me: (rubbing face) Is it gone?
HFD: It's the tomato. Do you like tomatoes?
Me: No.
HFD: Why are you eating one?
Me: Why not? (This is actually my reason for a lot of things, like coming to France or my choice of clothing)
HFD: You're right.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, my twisted sense of logic and process of decision making is considered "right" in France. And just to finish up, the last interaction I had with HFD and probably the last ever, was when he was walking past and yelled in my ear, "BAARRP", or some equivalent.
WEDNESDAY
I got to sleep in a little bit because we go to school later on Wednesdays. I even got a ride from my host father because he works at the Uni just near my school and sometimes he has lectures the same time as our classes.
Had a maths test on quadratic equations and sketching parabolas, which apparently is actually going to follow me where ever I go, without any language preference. I'm vaguely sure I did alright, but I'm worried I didn't do it the "French" way. The level of maths is lower than my usual class in Australia, but that's fine. Helps me with the language.
Found out that THEY HAVE DOCTOR WHO IN FRANCE. Yes, yes and double yes. I cannot express my feelings right now. I also know how to change the TV options so it is in English, simply because I want Tennant's voice, not some French imposter. It was the season with Donna, which I have not watched, and to boot it was the episode with Jethro. Where have we broken down at? THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. I can thoroughly say without a doubt that that is a Win, with a capital W.
I've also just received a package from the company I'm on exchange with. Inside is travel details, advice, a survey and a certificate that says I have officially completed three months on exchange in France.
EMOTIONS
Because it is my last week and a bit in France, my emotions have been playing the rollercoaster ride. At one point I'll be all like, "YAY! A return to the English language and friends and family and my dog! WOO HOO!" and the next I'll just be really, really anxious. It's miraculous I haven't started screaming and pulling out my hair yet.