The first day of Colegio

Today was the first day of school and I woke up right away when the first alarm went of at 6:58. That won't last; I always start out that way and end up pressing snooze 3 times. Anyhow, Seba and I got ready for school, breakfast and stuff, and then had time to spare because my host dad was to drive us, something unusual as he is normally in Santiago all week but today most schools have off. At any rate we got to school with time to spare and waited for the first class, P.E. today.
We wear a different uniform for P.E. than for regular class days, and that is what we're all wearing today, blue pants with a yellow stripe, grey shirt and blue and grey sweatshirt. We run around the gym for a while and then do some dribbling drills around some cones with a football (yeah that is a soccerball for you unitedstatesians). I am really bad because I haven't tried to play football for years. For that reason I choose to go shower when given the choice of a game or that, and about half chose the same, it seems. That means that I have a while while we wait for those who chose to play finish playing and shower. Next is English. I have a feeling that I won't have too much trouble in that class.
In English everyone asks me questions as a quiz type thing with a grade for asking questions no matter what they are. I get "do you have a girlfriend?" twice from the girls in the class and then again from Diego and "do you have a boyfriend" from another guy. They get points for asking the questions and they get to be funny. Otherwise, most of the questions are "do you like...?" kind of questions.
We stay in the same room with most of the same people for most of the classes, and the teachers come to us. Not all of the classes are with all the same people bacause everyone chooses an electivo of either matemático, biología, or lenguaje and each takes extra of certain classes. As it will be the easiest, I chose matemático which includes extra of math, English and physics. So my electivo math class is next.
As always we all stand until the profe greets us and tells us to take a seat. He goes over distance and midpoint formulas, informs us that there is a quiz the following Monday and gives us a study guide. This is geometry stuff that I learned in eighth grade, so it isn't too hard if only I knew what the longitud de gravedad or something is. Luckily the profe helps me out with a little drawing that makes it quite clear.
Lunch time so we head for home. Normally we might walk a short way then catch the micro to get closer to home, but one of our classmates drives and gives us a lift to someplace nearer home. We get home and eat lunch, always the largest meal of the day, and mom (how am I supposed to refer to her in this blog?) tells us she'll give us a lift back, again unusual as she normally needs to get back to school too.
Now is PSU lenguaje, which is our language class that prepares us, or everyone else, for the PSU test that determines something about what college you get into and has a lot of different subjects in it as near as I can tell. We take notes from the board and the profe's dictation, and I get most of it but need to glance at Chico's page for a couple of words. We then have a class that is actually just a talk with the boss-teacher Carolina and back to PSU lenguaje for more of the same. The talk with la Caro was interesting to listen to, mainly discussing grades and how they should try harder, then going over who can help in each class. My classmates volunteer me for English (surprise) and for math and I accept although I think that it will be quite hard trying I teach in Spanish.
That was school, and now it is after 5 (Monday is one of the later days, I think, and Friday is only until lunch) and we walk in a large group away from school saying "ciao" to people as the group shrinks and everyone heads home.