oH hELL nO

So I thought i was over being all anxious about the place I am living. I mean last night I gave it up and drank beer and played poker with my roommates (though only till midnight, as it seems poker and gambling isn't our strong suit). I know know better sign of becoming accustomed to the place you are than gambling. I mean it. Luckily I won the game.

But today I awake with the feeling that, damn... all is lost. but i also have the unbelievably powerful optimism that comes with being me. So I say to my early morning pessimism, "Nay! Awkward beast, go back to your cave and hide." See- the thing is i had hopes of taking these amazing classes while I was here. I had hoped to take a class on the United Nations, and the government of Germany. But as it turns out taking a university-level course in politics is no easy task to begin with. Then I have to add the fact that it is in a different language compounded by the reality that the professors giving these lectures don't really care how much you understand. They merely want to stand and talk (extremely fast) for an hour and forty-five minutes. So I'm going to have to put those classes on hold till next semester.

This semester I am going to spend becoming extremely good at speaking German, in the hopes that someday next fall i can actually take a class taught primarily for native Germans.

And by the way...

fucking owns



I'll be baking banana bread later.