My Life

24. DELF A1 Examen

I don't remember when this was, only that it was around August.

We had a French exam named DELF A1. It went on for two days and all of us who took the exam had to go to another school to take it altogether with other schools in the same district.

Plenty happened.

Firstly, I thought that it was a good opportunity to get him to talk with me.

There were actually so much that happened I just can't seem to have enough time to remember them all and put them into sentences.

I wish now that I have written diaries. Then I can just fish them out and type them down here.

The test took place during a Tuesday and a Wednesday.

I wanted to find time to talk to him therefore I asked my French teacher whether I could stay back for so called practice during Monday evening.

I was approved and during that while, I went there.

I remember sitting right at the back of Nate, and kept watching him.

There was one part when teacher asked us to spell the name Nicolas.

Now French names are weird. French pronunciations are weird too.

Nicholas or Nicolas, when pronounced in French, are both pronounced as Nicola, for s at the back of any word are usually silenced.

Nate, as he is quite proud of his father's name and self centered, obviously thought that the name spoken was Nicholas.

But I knew better. It was actually Nicolas, for French people usually use the name Nicolas instead of Nicholas.

It turns out that I was right. When the teacher told us the spelling, Nate was kind of pissed off while I laughed at him.

I also tried throwing paper balls at him when teacher wasn't watching.

The first didn't hit him at all. The second sailed right across his head and he turned to look at me. I couldn't suppress my giggles.

The third hit right on the centre of his back. I think he didn't really notice that one. The fourth hit his neck and this time, both him and his friend saw.

He looked pretty annoyed but I had fun.

He didn't talk to me though... sadly.

I asked him whether he could take me to the school the next day and he said okay.

The next day, he came to fetch me with a black car. It's an Avanza, if I'm not mistaken. There was a smell of dogs, and I would bet that was his dog.

He sat right beside me, and it was all I could do not to stick beside him.

The night before and that morning as well, we talked about French. It's crazy how, we had no other topic save for French.

He sat right behind me during exams, due to our surnames being the same, Tan.

I wonder if he watched me throughout the exams, for I kept turning over to look at him.

I had a sudden deja vu when I remembered how, during another French exam, he sat on the left side behind me. I still remember when I asked him whether I could write down his name as the receiver in the letter we were meant to write during production écrit.

We still had plenty of time after the exam before we go back to school, so he took us to his father's office.

His father was a tall man, which was no wonder as he was also tall even though he is just 13 years old.