Work? What do you mean work?

So I left the States 3 weeks ago and I finally started my job! I am splitting my 12 hours a week between three schools - 3 hours at Mistral, 3 at Triolet and 6 at Jean Jaures. I worked from 9 to 12 today at Triolet which was the only school that actually told me my work hours. Turns out I am working at Jean Jaures Monday and Thursday afternoons and Mistral Thursday mornings, so only 2 days a week! I didn't actually find out this information until I got home this afternoon so I will have to explain on Thursday as to why I didn't show up today at Jean Jaures (whoops!). There is an Italian assistant too and neither of us knew our schedules so it doesn't look as bad. And technically the director didn't answer our numerous e-mails so it's kinda his fault. Anywho today was lots of fun, kinda nerve racking at first but then I got back in my teaching groove. I am teaching 4 classes at my first school with 3 different teachers. For this school, I am only aiding the actual teacher so they will plan the lessons and I basically help the students with their pronunciation and such. During my first class (which is with the director of the school) I spent the whole time telling them about myself and answering their questions. Since they are elementary aged students, they don't know a whole lot of English so they asked very basic questions. A few of my favorite questions included, what are my parents names, what was the name of my elementary school and they never fail to mention New York. Too bad it's the only city they know and I have never been there! In my first class I read "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" to the students which is such a classic. In my second class, they are working on "Little Read Riding Hood" and I read the first part to them. The teacher is so funny. He kept telling the students to listen to my beautiful, American accent. It's too bad they don't understand how great a southern, American accent is.   French people also have a tough time pronouncing their "h's". It's humbling to realize that unless it's your native language, you will always have a funny accent speaking a foreign language. I have always been insecure about my french accent but seeing the students (and the teachers) struggle to pronounce certain words in English, it made me realize that we are all in the same boat. As long as you're trying and can actually carry on a conversation, people are impressed. In my third and fourth classes I answered questions the whole time. I learned that little kids speak super fast and when they are all talking at the same time it's super hard to understand them. They probably thought I was dumb and didn't speak French because I had to keep asking them to repeat their questions. So I survived my first day and I am looking forward to Thursday!