My First Day in France

We touched down at CDG airport, Paris at 5:15 a.m. local time.  At the Immigration window, I greeted the officer with the little french I know so far, bonjour...he responded I think, and went on blablablabla.  I excused myself and said in French, I speak little french.  He said something else and went on, and on and on, I shrugged my shoulders, then he said "are you coming to Paris?", I said no, then he asked to see my school papers, I gave him my file, he said no, no, no,  I looked at him blank and completely dumpfounded wondering what in the world, I have my visa, my boarding pass and by this time, my head is beginning to spin, then he said in perfect English...one paper please.  Phew, I handed him my school itinerary, then he stamped my passport.  Is that how they scare people?