So yesterday Catrin started back at school for her last year - the rather ominously named terminale. This year she no longer does any science, maths she bid adieu to long ago, but she takes philosophy this year, as well as Chinese, Spanish, French literature, American literature, history, geography and sundry other minor subjects.
She scuttled off at 7am to catch her bus, hoping for a gentle timetable. In fact she starts at 8 every day and finishes at 6 most days.
But she does get some free periods as well as some l-o-n-g lunch breaks.