The First week in College.

Well, That was fun! I've made friends (go me!).

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Romantic Poetry = amazing

Renegotiating American Identity = Run by a scary woman who spent an hour explaining how coutries, even though they are invaded by another country still are their own nation and that they are individuals. Then she askes if there were any British people in the class. I didn't move, she looks confused and says "we do have a British person here, where's Helen Regan from Ireland" I said I was Irish not British to which she replied "Yeah, you're part of England" I think she's missed the point of her own lecture.

How to Read Images: is also pretty awesome. We look at different ads, films and TV shows and see how images and themes are portrayed in them. I made a comment on a ad that was disgustingly sexist and she cut across me during my main point and said "Here, Ladies and Gentlemen, is your class raging feminist". She is also a "raging feminist" so we seem to get along. The boys in my class are now petrified of talking :) I like when I make some sort of impact.

Baby German Lessons: Ich Heisse Helen, Ich komme aus Irland, Ich spreche englisch. And I can also name parts of the classroom. My homework for next week is to be able to say lamp in German (Die lampe...if my article is wrong, I don't care...I face death next week if I don't know the article by then..until then I shall tempt fate)

The International residence association: full of third year, medicine students there for the booze and the free food so not many international students hung around as all the old residents formed groups and wouldn't talk to anyone. Awkward. I lasted an hour of talking to three French boys that were nice when they spoke English but when they spoke French they weren't as nice; they talked about my long legs, and appearance of other body parts...all very nice comments but awkward as hell. People should really ask about what languages I speak before they start talking in another language) but the last straw was after trying one of the cold-ketchup-filled-meatballs...I left.

Overall, a good week; I made friends, I spoke German. I bought a clock that ticks so loud I can hear it from the kitchen. So all in all....yeah, fun times