Hello everybody! My name's Matt but all of my friends and my father call me Matty or Le Matt.
I consider myself gay but I also have some small feelings for girls too, and I've had a few experiences with them. I might talk about that, might not? I've been following Oasis for about a year and am impressed with the writing talent and diversity on here, especially Anarchist and Sam2000. Adding a French perspective could be interesting?
I'll be fourteen in March and live in the Rhone-Alpes region of France, in a suburb of a city close to the Swiss and Italian borders. The school I go to is the equivalent of a junior high in the United States and I'm in grade Sixieme (6e) although I really should be in Quatrieme (4e) with the other kids my age. There's reason for this that I'll explain as I go along I guess?
I don't think I'll post a picture of me on here just yet but I'm 174 cm tall and weight 49 kg, and I have green eyes and streaked brown hair that I keep cut really short. I'm very active, play football (soccer) and love heavy metal, especially Iron Maiden. I play guitar (not so well) and have lots of friends.
Going to school in France is completely different from the United States, and I think it's better. School starts at 8:30 A.M., I have a few hour long classes then we have a TWO HOUR LUNCH! It's my favorite time of the day, and you have to spend at least a half hour eating the four course meal my school provides, except that I bring in my own lunch because of my eating restrictions. Here you have to have a note from your doctor to be able to bring your own lunch to school. I usually have a big salad with Italian salami and different cheeses, and we drink water from wine glasses. Soda machines are illegal in schools here. You also have to eat for at least a half hour.
Unlike the U.S. we don't go to school on Wednesdays and have a half day on Saturdays, with Sundays off too. This is a Roman Catholic country and everyone goes to church on Sunday.
After lunch we have a few more classes then go home at 4:30 P.M. Except for football, there really isn't any kind of organized after school activities here, unlike the U.S. You just do your own thing.
Next time around I think I'll write about the sad way I ended up moving to France with my father.
Thank you for reading!