It was quite amazing to see the differences between the students from all around the world. Morning breezes, birds chirping... alarm ringing. Okay, only an alarm ringing. We had to get up at 8 am to attend our first school day. School during your vacation. Vacation, noun, a deserved break after school NOT meant to be school. I asked myself what the hell I was thinking. We met at 9 with multiple staff leaders who send us down the road to a little church. There we handed in our ID and were we guided to a table, where other people were sitting. After a little welcome speech we had to make our 'big test' which determined your level of english. We also had to fill in a questionnaire and I absolutely love those (please note that this is absolutely not the case). They always ask you creative questions like 'what is your name and where do you live?'. Amazing right? We were forced to talk, seriously almost forced, to the students at our table. I awkwardly talked with an Italian guy in front of my called Dario, he was funny and we had a good laugh about a girl who answered 'Bournemouth' to the following question: 'What is the name of the country west to England?' Okay it's wrong to laugh at people but we couldn't help it. The boy next to me didn't seem really talk-able... so I left him alone. It was quite amazing to see the differences between the students from all around the world. From the way they dress to the way they talk, some look just so different than you. After the test we had to listen for 1,5h to a speech, a terribly long speech. Surprisingly no one had fallen asleep and after the 1,5h we were released to find some lunch. I paid way too much for a panini but it was great (it had to be because it almost cost 5 euros) . Around 2 pm were taken on a short tour to Bournemouth, nothing more then we already saw from the walk yesterday. To close the introduction we had some drinks and biscuits at a little 'bar' (it's hard to describe it that way because it was basically just a place to sit, nothing more) near the Lower Gardens. We decided to go to Tesco to buy some food in case of emergency. A elderly spanish woman joined us. Food is quite the same as in Holland, they do like to pack everything in way too much plastic (try to find a bag of chips without being split up in many other tiny bags, that's almost impossible). We had 1,5h left after our grocery shopping so we went to the park (near the balloon) to enjoy the weather. We had to be back at 5 pm to collect our results from the test earlier. Believe me, that it was not easy because there were students blocking the entire hall while being way too nervous for their results. When I finally managed to squeeze through I found out that I was in the black shift (1st week morning lessons) 7A (level 7, pre-advanced) in SPQ ( St. Peters Quarter, the new-build school in the town center). Unfortunately my travels companions (Fei, Megan, Evelien) where in different levels/shifts/schools. That turned out great afterwards. To celebrate our beginning of your school/vacation we went to Flirt, a tiny bar owned by two gay's. They have the most delicious smoothies you'll ever find. They are, as you may expect, quite expensive.
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