Living in Paris

Most people think that living in Paris is easy as Pie. And they are right. Except for the fact that pie is easy. Which is wrong. Pie is hard...Very hard. In fact, unless you are very gifted in pie-making, pie is almost impossible to make. You might be able to make something which has a crust and a filling , but it isn't pie!!!. Pie is perfect. My "pie" is nothing more than a pie-flavored dessert. Let me explain. To live as a kid in Paris you must follow a specific set of rules(the recipe) which is almost impossible to follow and make it come out right unless you have a gift.
The rules are as follows:

1)Getting good grades is very... good

2)Getting really good grades is bad... It singles you out, makes you "The Kid" or "The one who is too smart to be fun"

3)You must not stare at the people who are smoking in the corner of the courtyard  no matter what you think about how disgusting it is to smoke... THEY ARE YOUR SUPERIORS

4)It is good to make obscene hand gestures at the teachers backs.

5)No matter what you think... All of the things you think are bad are good things to talk about

6)If you aren't good at soccer you're a nerd. Period. You can obey all of these rules and that will change nothing. You are stuck in an eternal nerdship. FOREVER.

unless...

You just act yourself. Meditate on how much smarter you are than the people making fun of you. Be nice to everyone especially the ones who are singled out like you. They are your friends. They are the ones who will invite you over, protect you from the people smoking in the corners, make up for your lack of French. They are, truly,  nice people.


Another thing you have to take into account is that the teachers are your friends. Say "Merci" after each lesson, take your time to be nice, don't sleep in their class: participate. They will be nice to you, they might  even give you chocolate!!!