I don’t really know what to write about, so I am just going to lead you through a normal weekday of my life - let’s say Monday.
First, I wake up at around five thirty. Morelia has a one-hour time change; therefore, school goes from seven to two instead of eight to three. We leave for school at six forty, so I usually skip breakfast.
Once I get to school, I say hi to my classmates. Right now, we have about ten people in our class. My school speaks Spanish, and it is hard to focus, but most of the time I manage.
First, we have math, then history, then Spanish. My math teacher, who is also my science teacher, can speak great English, which makes it a lot easier. It’s kind of funny how the meanings for the classes Spanish and English are the opposite here: Spanish class is like my former English class, such as grammar and literature, and English is a second-language class for them.
After those three classes, we have our first break, which lasts around thirty minutes. We can buy breakfast/lunch, sit, and talk. Some days we play soccer in the gym. Then we have the next two classes: English and French. English is by far the easiest class I have, and the teacher is really fun.
After that, I have to learn French in Spanish, but my French teacher used to teach English as well, and he helps me. After that we will have second break, which is just like first break accept fifteen minutes instead of thirty. Then, I have two final classes, Cívica y Ética and science. Cívica y Ética is Civics and Economics, which is basically explaining the economic systems of Mexico and the part the government plays. Science is just like regular science, except in Spanish. On Thursdays, we have lab following science where we do an experiment.
At 2:00, Daddy picks us up, and we go home to eat family lunch. We can have alone time or do whatever we want for about an hour, and then Selah and I go to Asessoria Académica, or homework help. We can get all our homework done and then learn Spanish for about an hour and a half.
In Mexico, everyone always pronounces Levi differently, and I don’t like it, so I go by my middle name, Night, translated to Spanish, Noche. It was weird for a while, but now I will turn my head whenever I hear it. After Asessoria, we go home, eat supper around 9PM, and go to bed. This is my basic Monday.