Back To School

As a special treat, I was driving my brother to school this morning. Surprisingly enough, my old secondary school (the Collège Royal Marie-Thérèse [CMT] in Herve) is one of the few ones to open its doors as soon as possible. That is the reason why we usually had to stand those annoying TV and radio journalists saying that "Pupils of kindergarten and primary school" were back to school today, but they always forgot us! Even last year, pupils had had to go back to the CMT on 1 September, just for two hours – due to pure bureaucracy matters – which was very upsetting because it was on a Friday, thus ruining a week of holiday. But this year, of course, they had this "longer last week of holyday". As far as I can remember, it was the first time since ten years or so, due to bissextile years. (And for that matter, it won't happen again, due to the additional day of 29 February.)

Anyway, I was driving my brother back to school. In order to spare oil – but also to see my former teachers – I had decided to stay there until my brother funishes at 11 am.

I talked with several teachers, who asked me how did my holiday go; I replied I enjoyed every moment of it since I had succeeded in June.

I went to the small library that the school has because I knew it was a place where I could meet teachers who'd certainly go pass to it. I chatted with the librarian, and she accepted me to help her giving school diaries to the students who'd come. Classes consisted of 24 to 27 pupils. For each class, two students were sent by the headteacher to fetch the books. It was thus quite stuck and crowded in the library when a dozen of pupils came altogether to get the books.

Later, these pupils came back to get the lunch (this is the ONLY thing that the school offers during the whole academic year), which consisted of a waffle and an orange juice.

In the process, I got to see two of my favourite teachers (because they made me laugh a lot back then – and they still do now): M. Kuta and M. Delrée. Last year, I managed to catch one of their numerous "fights" in front of the copy machine. And I put it on YouTube, of course. (Note that these teachers always seemed to argue with each other, but it was just to have a laugh… What a silly school!)



And by the way, M. Kuta lost a lot of weight (more than 60 kg, according to some rumours) since then, but he didn't lose his sence of humour, I can assure you that.