Smiles and Difficulties
"Are you going to miss me this weekend?" Cansu asked me Friday just as we were about to leave for the weekend.
"Evet!" I reply, sticking to my policicy of using Turkish whenever possible. And the truth is I would miss her. I would miss school too. Although it hasn't all been easy, it has been an overall positive experience.
I came to school Monday not even knowing what grade I would be in. I stood with my host sister's class (10th grade) for the first ceremony. The ceremony consisted of a lot of Turkish I didn't understand, and at one point I was called forward to say something to the school.
"Merhaba" I announced confidently, followed by an apologetic look to the principle. I couldn't really say anything else.
After we sang the national anthem (they sang I just stood politely) We made our way to class. The principle pulled me aside and asked me if I would mind being in the 11th grade class. I told him I was happy with that, so I was introduced to Burak, who showed me around school and introduced me to the rest of the class.
The rest of the week consisted of a lot of smiling from me. I figured if I couldn't speak very much, I needed to get the point accross some other way that I was friendly and wanted to get to know everyone.
Sometimes, my smile convered up a lot of confusion and difficulty. I sat through many classes I didn't understand at all, I got lost more than once, and I felt homesick for the first time. But, usually I smiled because I was genuinely happy. People went out of there way to help me, especially the teachers. I enjoyed the other students. I especially liked how all of them seemed to like each other.
This weekend, I'm enjoying the freedom from school, at home I don't worry so much about what others think of me or what I should be doing, but I can't wait for Monday. I miss school!