Three Guesses

I'll give you three guesses as to what my easiest class is, and the first two don't count. If you guessed English, you were right.
I'm taking English as a second language, because I want to have one class that I'm good at and can understand in a pinch. Every single class I've had so far, besides English, has been incredibly difficult. My French class is hard for two reasons: 1) I'm not completely fluent in French, and 2) my professor is kind of scary. It's nothing he does specifically, but he arrived to class in an impeccable earth-toned suit, glasses, a slight and momentary pause of observance, which I (perhaps mistakenly) took to be disapproval, before telling us to take our seats. Monsieur Creton speaks softly and loudly, fast and slow, always in French as about literature of which I've never heard. He handed us a paragraph and a poem, and while the class read and discussed, I, as instructed, read thru on my own and found every word I didn't know in my dictionary. I got thru the paragraph and most of the poem. My vocabulary list hit twenty-two effortlessly.
Math is difficult. The man who teaches it talks much in the same way Snape in the Harry Potter books does, enunciating each word quietly and monotonously while barely moving his lips. In short, I have no idea what we're learning in math. Rest assured, I'm 87% sure it has to do with numbers and combining them in some way to reach a numerical conclusion. But I can't be too sure. We might be learning fractions.
So far, my hardest class is Néerlandais. I'm learning Flemish at the school, which normally I'd be excited about. Learning a new language? Check. I'm there, I'm on the same page as you. Being placed in Néerlandais III on my first day? Less of a check. I'm kind of in the confused closet. I'm not sure what book this is, let alone what page. It's insanely difficult, the entire class is taught in Néerlandais (which makes sense because my French III class last year was taught entirely in French, and my English class here is taught in, you guessed it, English) and on top of it all, the teacher isn't too sympathetic that I have no idea what any of this work is. She seems rather annoyed that she has to baby me a bit.
The other exchange students at my school are wonderful. I think I may have died today at lunch without them. For some reason, a teacher got it into his head that I didn't have a lunch. I didn't blame him, I probably said the wrong thing when he asked, and I showed him my sandwhich and explained that I did, in fact, have food. Nonetheless, he swept me off, ordering the three other exchange students to follow us. He sat me at a table with two blonde nine year olds and led the three others off to sit somewhere else.
I didn't know nine year olds could stare with such vehement loathing. I'm not sure what their issue was, but the second I sat down, they began glaring. Finally, in sync and in silence, they stalked off together to parts unknown. I finished my sandwich and searched out the rest of the exchange students.
Ammie (from Calgary) found a French-dubbed version of Brokeback Mountain, and on Saturday we're planning (tho nothing is confirmed) to watch it at the American Samantha's house. Marianna the Mexican will be there as well.
I really love that movie.
I'm also really loving it here. Tomorrow they serve fries for lunch at our school. I'm not sure why, but everyone is really excited about it. Maybe they're free. Also, tomorrow I finish school at one ten. Which is pretty chill.