[@Akayaofthemoon] Oh god, I remember playing clarinet. It wasn't fun. Wish the grade 7 and 8 teacher also let me play the ocarina in place. I wish I weren't stupid enough to switch to clarinet and sticked to the drums instead. I miss percussion but it's been six years since I've last played so I hardly remember anything, but I still keep my old drumsticks around in case I ever do get the chance to pick it up again.

But yeah, nobody learned anything other than 'Never trust David and Ibrahim to teach anything ever again'. It was pretty crazy, but then again the grade 4-5 years of my life were easily the craziest, and also filled with so many events that were so surreal I cannot blame people for thinking I'm lying when I say them. The recorder class thing was pretty tame, actually. It helps when your teacher is as crazy as your classmates, and I think I'm only the loony kid I am now because of them. XD

Man, I miss those days. They were crazy but they were fun, and I miss everyone. Even the few jerks. We weren't a huge school and there aren't many French kids, so we all sort of had to learn to stick up for each other like family, even if we hated each other's guts. It's weird to explain. ^ ^"