Diversity

My Time in France

March 27th, 2006

In the month of April 2004 I went to live in France. When I arrived It all looked great and fancy. I remember it was just my mum, my sister, My brother and me. my first night was great with the family but little did I know the next two and a half months ahead were going to be more less hell. Going to school for the first day was nerveracking but the students didnt make it any better. Ignorant parisians thinking theyre great. But when it came to sports they were uncontrolably bad. theese people who had probably never kicked a soccer ball in their life. The best exersise they get all week was for their fingers alone when they play their playstations. I thought to myself, How was I going to survive this for over two months. I would try and go to the local park and have a game of soccer with other children from other schools but I would usually end up just giving up because they werent willing to play with me and really should apply for a licence to play football because it was just comical watching them. School itself was just too boring and crap.

Max Doyle

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