The definition of a loner is a person that prefers not to associate with others. I never concerned myself with such terms because they never applied to me but since moving to this strange French city, and my recent findings on what a loner is classified as via the internet, I have come to the conclusion that I am in fact, a loner. Ever since I began attending the local school things have been pretty bleak in my world. Starting with the fact that I don’t speak French, which is the native language of every dreary student that wanders the halls in the building. When most of the children realised that I could not understand what they say, they began to make rude and arrogant remarks at my expense. They also chose to ignore me at every given moment. They seem to believe that my lack of French nationality means I must be a dunce. I eat alone most days. A new girl sat at my table today, but I doubt anything will come of it. She will soon realise that I am the type of barbaric person that will drain her social standing, not boost it. I have never felt more deprived of friendship. I feel exiled. I find that the most enjoyable part of my day is writing to you, Molly. I miss Dublin more then you could ever imagine. You would not believe the amount of students who have questioned me on the following subjects; why my hair is not ginger, like all Irish people’s should be, if my favourite colour is green, do my family go to a pub daily, have I ever participated in a game of hurling, are my ancestors really leprechauns? The list goes on and on. I have also been asked by many of my ‘brilliant educators’ to give a speech in Irish at our next school assembly. They think it would be nice for the other students to become familiar with my heritage. I think it’s really just an attempt for me to get involved with the student body and have my voice heard. To simplify, the staff think it would be a good opportunity to make me feel included. I obligingly said I would be happy to speak a couple of lines in Irish and the headmaster was delighted. My mam always said first impressions are very important, and according to her I should try very hard to keep in everyone’s good books, especially at school, considering this is our new home. New home. Funny. I will never consider this to be my home. My home is in Ireland, with my real friends and family who love me. I miss you so much Molly. Give my love to the rest of our class. Mam says we might be able to come back home over the summer and I can’t wait to see everyone.
It has only been a few weeks but it feels like years.
I’ll write soon.