Papotage

danagillian wrote:En secondaire j'ai jamais bossé avant la session (la veille du 1er exam seulement) et ça posait pas de problème. Fin bon je comprendrai jamais quand les gens bossent comme des acharnés (glandeuse dans l'âme), genre je vois ma soeur qui travaille pour l'école pendant des heures alors que j'étais dans la même école et j'ai l'impression de rien avoir fait pendant 6 ans... Mais comme diraient mes amis, je suis un peu différente :p

So as you may read in my introduction (well the first message), my dad got a job in S'pore. We left, him and me, (my mom and 2 sisters were supposed to join us in the next fall), and lived together there from January to May. I was going to French school, he was working. But it quickly got bad for me. People at school were hypocrite, with no real friendship (since people leave and arrive so often) and a kind of dominating relationship from the "oldest" arrived on the "youngest". And as if it weren't enough, I arrived in the middle of the year which didn't make it easier. AND people were so rich, they made me feel inferior: favourite subject of conversation of a couple people was "who is going to get the biggest amount of money when their parents die" or wathever. RI-DI-CU-LOUS. I met two great people who helped me stay on track. One was a anoying yet funny belgian (which made him "apart" in a french school)boy and the other my neighbor, who I took the bus with (but she was in "seconde" and for that reason she was stuck with her dominative "friends", since she was the lowest on the scale of people, and couldn't risk to eat with me because that might have put her in danger of being ejected of the group, and being in my situation. Which she just couldn't take.Hard to explain, but whatever.). That's about school.
Then my dad got bad, like depressed, you see. He had been well for over 3 months but then... Lets precise I didn't feel like telling him about things at school going bad, so I just kept to myself because I didn't want to make him think it was his fault (which obviously it wasn't since it was my choice to join him early). Seems like I did well. But the point is that we got back to France, and just hours ago, I was told that we weren't going back to SGP. I feel weird about that because I loved the city, which really was awesome. Only the school and its people sucked. I would have loved to transfeer my friends and school there, with Singapore around. But the only thing I know for sure now is that we're staying in France. But we don't know where yet because my dad's boss is looking for something for him, and in the mean time he's still sick.
SOOoooo... now exchange is back on in my mind (even though it never really left), and doable with the rotary. My parents are almost OK (only have to prove them it has plenty advantages. which shouldn't be too hard to do), but I can't contact rotary because I don't even know where I'll be next year. But my dad has relations with rotary in my departement so he might try to figure something out with them. Whatever.

I'm pretty sure you didn't really care, but still I wanted to tell because I need to speak about this to people I don't know and who won't be biased or anything. I don't know either if I should have posted somewhere else but it seems more appropriate and less of a problem to the rest of the board. Thanks for reading if you came to that point