On Wednesday I began German school. I was really scared even though I knew it was stupid to be scared, but I was wearing my new kitty skirt from H&M and I just said to myself "nothing can go wrong today, you are wearing a skirt with CATS on it" and nothing really bad happened, so I guess that's the power of the feline.
Anyway, Tuesday I had gone to school with Alex and we had made my schedule and met some of the other exchange students (There's a girl from Mexico, from Brazil, and from Wisconsin who will stay for six months, a girl from Australia who will stay for two, and me and James from New York who is also with CBYX are the only full year exchange students, that I know of). I have 12 classes: sport, history, english, spanish, math, german, philosophy, geography, computer science, art, chemistry, and social science. Every day the schedule is different, and some days I'm done at 3.10, some days at 4, and fridays at 1:10.
I ended up being placed in a sophomore class, which I didn't realize at first (so that was a surprise) and the school said once my German improves a little bit I can move up to 11th or 12th grade (which would be fantastic, because while I sometimes enjoy the company of kids the same age as my little sister, they are also the same age as my little sister).
Anyway, the majority of my classes are pretty boring because I just spend the whole time trying really really hard to understand as much as I can, which is actually more than I expect to be able to understand but usually still not enough words to form coherent meaning. Spanish is a huge relief, because the teacher speaks in spanish the whole time, and he speaks soooo slow and with no accent at all and it's surprisingly easy to understand. It's funny, because it's one of the only classes where I understand everything that's going on, but the work is still impossibly difficult because, can I conjugate? Sort of. Can I do anything else related to grammar? Absolutely not. English class will be really fun I think though. My English teacher is really young and nice and funny and actually speaks perfect English, 100% of the class. I made friends with all the girls sitting near me, and I helped them with English and they helped me with German and everyone was happy.
Oh, yeah. The Sunday before school started, I met up with a friend in Dusseldorf, and we were hanging around in downtown, when suddenly--zombies. No, really.
We had run into the annual zombiewalk, and at first we were like, ohmygosh, this is so cool, and we started walking around taking pictures of people zombies, and, let me tell you, there were some run-of-the-mill-halloween-costumed zombies, there were some really good, really frightening, wow-you-spent-a-lot-of-time-and-money-on-that-intense-costume-mad-props zombies, and then there were some shit-man-i-think-that-actually-is-a-zombie zombies, and they were SCARY. A lot of them were really into character and at least a few were not only really into character but also on drugs, and after a while we were actually afraid that somebody would be eaten so we went to a restaurant and ate nutella waffles (Okay, I know every European country fights over who has the best chocolate and I haven't tried chocolate from everywhere but in my personal opinion, Germany wins, because, come on, guys, nutella) while the people around us smoked hookah and we ended up having second row seats to the zombie parade that came by later. Second row = good, second row = safe.
And, that is everything interesting about my life at the moment.
saying goodbye to everyone from langauge camp
the view from our balcony. gotta love 80 degrees at 8pm. what i love less is 90 degrees at 3pm in a bus filled with people and no air conditioning...
Love the zombies! Where are the naked people? LOL
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