I started school on Monday. It's been an adventure so far. My class on Monday was from 1:30 to 7:00. We got out an hour early, woohoo. Thats the only class I have on Mondays, and I only have it through mid October, so that's good, but it is still next to impossible to pay attention for that long. Tuesday I had my German class at 8am, and then another class at the second campus at 9:45. I was pretty late after waiting for the bus, and walking from the bus stop, and because I stopped to talk to this slug:
But the professor didn't seem to care. It's weird here that professors don't care when you come to class, and both of the papers I have due so far are due at the end of January. Thats one month after I come home. That's weird, right?
I decided to walk home from school, so I could see my goats. I had stopped at Kaufland to buy a can opener, and I also bought some flowers for my room, and the goats thought they were a snack for them. So cute, goats.
Wednesday is the most eventful day of this week, so far. And I hope there aren't any days more eventful. I thought I was over being homesick, but it just takes one really bad day, and you're crying in the laundry room while you fold your clothes.
First of all, my financial aid refund hasn't gone through, and I have been trying to figure it out since the beginning of the week. I finally got someone to talk to me today, and it turns out there was a missing piece of paper with some signatures, and I swear I turned it in before I left. Since I only have one class on Wednesdays, and it ends at 9:30, I had planned a trip for the rest of the week to go to Nuremberg and Berlin. I didn't really want to leave without money, so I waited around all day trying to get that situated. By the time it got figured out, it was 4pm here, and I still had to do my laundry.
I got everything together, all my dirty clothes, and my detergent, and as I was walking out the door, I was going to grab my phone and my kindle, but I figured I would just come back for it after I put my clothes in. As soon as the door shut, I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach and knew I had done something horrible. I left my keys on the table. I'm standing in the hallway with a basket of dirty clothes, a bottle of soap, and I'm wearing the most ridiculous laundry day outfit. I don't have my phone, or money, or ANYTHING. What more could happen on this most perfect of days? I went to my next door neighbor's door and knocked, praying she would be home. She was, and she called the housemaster for me. Things are looking up. He can be here at 8am tomorrow morning. Perkect!
My neighbor has two beds, and told me one was mine for the night. I am trying so hard not to cry at this point. It's four in the afternoon, absolutely everything is inside my locked apartment. It's going to be a very long night. I went and did my laundry downstairs, so that kept me occupied for a while. Later, we try to break into my room with a credit card, and fail. Finally, my neighbor calls a guy who comes up with a cut up coke bottle, slides it in the door, and three seconds later I am looking in my room. I could have kissed this guy, but it would have been weird. I was homeless in Germany for three and a half hours.
Writing this, I feel like the day wasn't as dramatic as it felt, but I promise, when it was happening, I thought there was nothing that could have been worse. Unless I wasn't wearing anything, that would have been pretty bad. My neighbor likes to cook, and she made potato soup while we were hanging out. I wish I could have eaten some, but my stomach was in knots.
But, I am in now, and tomorrow I am getting on a train. I hope. My wonderful boyfriend is going to take care of the stupid financial aid paperwork problem, by forging my signature for me. My laundry is done, and my place is relatively clean. Now I'm going to bed, and I'll sleep like a rock. I hope.
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Gute Nacht!
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