My First Day In German College!

Hallo!

I feel like I'm five again! I am beaming with delight at the day. First of all, I had to go to sign up for my German classes, and also my German test. Which is another story! So I'm all sorted German wise, the advice I was given for the test was "just write you name". So that's what I'm doing for every question.

I met a nice Romanian girl outside my lecture room who lit up when she heard I was Irish and talked about green fields for the next ten minutes. She said she was doing my course but when we all went in so waved at me and walked away.

Our lecturer is fabulous! And started off the class by pairing us together and making us find out each other's name, what we study and somethign quirky about us. I was paired who a girl called Jenny whose quirk was that she gives things so owns names; her coffee maker Dell, Her Ipod, Joey and Peter...her sponge. She decided that the quirkiest thing about me was that I was from Ireland. I dunno.

The other students are a mixture of those who lied about their English language skills, those who are fluent (me and two australians) and Germans who find the most obscure images and metaphors hidden in the poetry we're studying. For example, "abortion" is the most prevalent issue in Blake's "London". Our lecturer stood with his mouth open scanning the poem and just looked up with a confused expression and in a squeaky voice said "no". Much to the amusement of the class.

My lecturer loves me cuz I'm great (Modesty was never something I counted amongst my traits). Jan (We're on first name terms) asks me my opinion on everything he asks because I've "very good at analysing" and I have "unique input". The Australian Girls don't like me so much as Jan corrected one of them and said they should follow in my footsteps and stop translating the poem literally. Jan asked me to attend his Experimental Drama course to provoke debate in the class. See! He really does think I'm great :)

The German test. Well, I actually didn't have to take the test, thanks be to goodness! But the "absolute beginners" (Nothing to do with vodka) were taken on a tour of the SLI buildings and room which are the language rooms. After this we were seperated into different groups, my group consisted of Spanish girls and smelly boys, they actually smelt, I'm not just being immature. So we spent an hour and a half learning how to say our names and where we came from. There was no common language, not even German so it was pretty difficult. After the hour and a half, the teacher became so confused she just told us to leave. A good start! So I'm surprisingly ahead of the class, I know, me! Thanks to Kinnie's help I am the top student! Yet, I still haven't advanced beyond saying my name but we all have to start somewhere.

It's bucketing outside now. I confused an American girl by saying it was spitting outside as we were leaving to which she ran out of the buiding shouting "CUT IT OUT THAT'S DISGUSTING". I had to explain no one was actually spitting on her. She smiled and said "I love the Irish"

God knows.

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