Today my music teacher brought me Marzipan chocolates. It was super nice and he really is my favorite teacher. He had asked me if I had ever tried (some crazy German word) before, and I said no, not yet, so he said 'Okay, I'll bring you some tomorrow!' And he did! It was sehr lecker (really tasty), but when Dju took a bite she cringed She thinks Marzipan tastes like cockroaches!
Most of my other teachers are also very nice, but then again there is also one that pretends I don't exist. I'm not on the attendance and she never says anything about what I should do at all, and she does not give me grades. In a way it is nice because I am not the exchange student being made fun of (no kidding, we have an Aussie in my school that people kind of do make fun of because is is rude and really anti social). I still don't do any homework here. I took a Klausieur (big test) though and it went fine, that time the teacher told me to just restate what I understood of the story instead of analyzing a character. It was interesting and actually really occupied me for the 2 hours. Certainly better than some other classes though, reading just puts me to sleep.
Yesterday on the bus ride to school, it was a Wednesday so I start school later, I saw a man already drinking a beer! It wasn't even 9 o'clock yet! Some people just really start early. Same with smoking, there's a guy at my bus stop that smokes most mornings before school. That's at 6:30 in the morning, and personally I would much rather be sleeping.
That and the way Europeans smoke is getting more regular; but the smoking does bother me a bit still. It's okay if someone wants to smoke, it's their life, and sometimes it really doesn't sound all that bad. What I really don't like though is how they all smoke around other people and then I end up smelling like smoke when I really hate the smell! It smells like stinky old socks! Mensch! (Man!) Cigars on the other hand...
At Marcus' birthday party so many people smoked, not all that bad, but this time it was the bonfire that got me. I sat near it to keep warm (It gets really cold that late), and then all the smoke just drifts towards me and sticks. Even after a serious shower the next day I couldn't stop smelling the smoke.
Tomorrow is my last day in my first host family. I'm excited and nervous and all this stuff jumbled up! This means tomorrow is my last day with 3 hours on a bus, the last day with a cell phone, and the last day waking up at 5:45. I don't really feel like packing though. Tomorrow I will also be making them Burritos for dinner! They have no idea what they are in for... problem is they don't like much of the ingridients or anything spicy, they still want to try this though, so we'll give it a shot. I can't wait!
Such is the life of an exchange student: saying goodbye.
There are so many goodbyes and it is still the beginning. Goodbye to my first host family, and after the last Rotary trip to Paris there were goodbyes to the oldies, because we don't know if or when we will see each other again. I like 'hello' better than 'goodbye'.
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