In January, Colby and I started going to a Framhaldskoli. Basically in Iceland, Grunnskoli is the “elementary school” where you attend from ages 6-16 (Haley starts that in September). After that, your compulsory education is over, but there are Framhaldskolis you can choose to attend that continue your education (KIND OF comparable to technical colleges).
Okay, so we go to a Framhaldskoli to learn Icelandic and are in class with 16 year olds and 17 year olds. It has been like reverting back to high-school. I walk past the smoking ring every morning on my way inside the building, teenagers sleeping in the back of the classroom with their IPODS, and most days the teacher has to break up kids in our class who are talking during the lesson. So, yes, I’m back in high-school, but this time I’m pregnant. I feel like I’m straight out of a scene in JUNO every day walking down the crowded hallways. A couple of weeks ago I was checking out a new class and walked into a classroom of new students. A couple of girls pointed at me and started whispering to each other. It became even more humorous when a girl from my class told me she thought I was 18. So, not only am I the foreign kid at school, but now I’m the teenage pregnancy gossip.