French Class, Day 2

There is a very loud Portuguese woman who insists on yelling the answers to every question. What's worse is she is wrong most of the time. The young girl next to me started drawing dragons and elves on her "Bratz" notebook. I am also (sadly) more advanced than the doodling Bratz girl and the soft talker on the other side so I get no help when I have a problem but am constantly asked questions. Tomorrow I am sitting somewhere else. Je m'appelle Jesse.