October 14

On my translator I have 'Word of the Day' (which is actually a lie because I get a different one every time I turn it on). I used to find it extremely annoying and pointless because I often don't know the English translation or it's a seriously random word I've not found I've needed so far (like I got 'Shepherd' today. Though, I must admit that's a bit more useful than others). Now, however, I've come to appreciate that fact and I'm almost disappointed when the word is actually useful. So, in class, I sit there turning it on and off writing down these words I can't translate. It's so fun. 

So in Chemistry we got back a test that I took roughly three weeks ago. The grading system is 1-6, 6 being the best. I thought I got a one but...I got a 2,2! I was really proud because I didn't fill out most of the pages and for only studying German for four weeks, then taking a Chemistry test among the pros, I thought that was super (and then my friend told me she got a 6....). My teacher was really surprised that I even took that and was even more so with my final grade. I'm sure I got a 0 on my Biology one, though. But, I also didn't learn anything in Biology.

And I have yet to discover the German word for 'awkward.' That word alone describes many days. 

I have an average teenage-girl moment for ya. Okay so after school I was really happy. It's really autumn (yea, that's right. It's more autumn here than anywhere else. not really but still) and beautiful trees and skies and orange leaves on the ground. AND I'm finally making friends, speaking way more German and understanding more each day, actually. Oh and listening to one of my favorite Okkervil River songs. So, I'm going to my bike, and this whole day I've wanted so much to sing out loud. Especially when listening to Of Montreal. Mouth the words, at the very least. So, I did. No one was there, really. I was sorta mouthing the words and dancing while I took off my lock for my bike and, of course, I look up and this guy from my class (of course the only person around me) was sorta snickering and smiling. Then he just said 'ciao' and walked along his merry way. People say 'ciao' here. And 'merci,' just so you know. They also do that kissing on the cheek (or lips) that totally freaks Molly and I out. Okay. It doesn't really freak us out, we're just not really used to it. At all. And it turns into a total awkward moment where we're wishing we were somewhere else. Speaking of Molly....California. Nebraska. And Norway. Sleepover. This weekend. I'm pretty psyched for that. My German is going to die this weekend.