Today was my first day of Sprachschule (language school). Class began at 8:50, and I had to leave my house around 8:20 to get there on time. It took a little while to catch on to the format of the class but after a while I started learning new words and phrases very efficiently. After class got out at 1, I ate a Falafel-Gemuese Teller with my host dad (falafel/vegetable plate).
Later, I went to my Gymnasium (high school for college bound students), in order to get a stamp so I could buy a Monatskarte (monthly travel card) at a discounted rate. Next, I did Hausaufgaben (homework) on my Dach (roof). The view was amazing and I could see all of Hamburg. I concluded the night with a dinner of squash stuffed peppers and rice.
Photo is the view from my roof
Today I got up at 6:30, an hour earlier then usual due to a lack of transportation at the moment. I needed a way to get to school by 9. Luckily the earliest time I can get to school taking the city bus is around 8:30. I went into the Student Success Center til math class across the hall started for me. While waiting for math I got my first engagement of the day, mind you I only need 1 engagement a week (unless you want to consider the mandatory attendance "engagement"). Went to class and got my second engagement. In class of course we work on math. We work at our own pace so it's a very interesting class, After 8:50 came around I left and head to Intro to Psych, this is where my day got interesting, very fast.
I walk into the room and I pause, I look at my friend as he looks back at me with a smirk on his face, I look at the teacher with a puzzled look on my face. I walked in and sat down at the first open seat next to my friend. The room was setup so we could have two large teams separated. We played a trivia game we were supposed to play Friday, but due to the snow storm we likely won't have school that day.
After playing trivia we got out of class around normal time, I traveled over to my next class, which I dread so much. You guessed it Oral Communications, I was prepared to speak in front of the class about my up coming speech, but instead we sat there and listened to our teacher talk about what I had spent my morning on the bus reading, communicating with people from other cultures. This teachers likes to stand there and talk, and talk, and talk. Finally that class was over with and I could move on with my life. I went to the Success Center to just drop my stuff off and go eat lunch. I came back, socialized til 1 when I had a meeting with a staff member I have to meet with every week, and got my third engagement that is semi-mandatory.
After this I sat and finished my test in math I never completed and then completed my forth engagement of the day with one of the mentors in my class. I sat there and did math till about 4 then left to inform my teacher I needed to leave class early to catch the bus. We weren't doing much so she was alright with that since I'm doing very well in this class. I quickly rushed out of the class after I finished the last of the work she wanted us to do before we left and possibly don't come back till after vacation and got my homework. Nothing exciting happened from here other then I been here writing blog post since then and preparing for the worst tomorrow.
Goodnight everyone and be safe.
I didn't know how to make soup. I knew how to open a can or say "Yes, I'd like soup with my meal" but I didn't know how to really make soup. Now I do.
Thanks to some help from my wife's uncle I made six quarts of soup. The soup is tasty but more delicious is the knowledge. I've gone from being given a fish to a fishing pole.
The steps for making the soup included chopping vegetables, something I do all the time but also included new tasks like making beans from a bag and using a ham hock for the broth. I didn't know how to do either of things. Now I do.
I love trying, making, and sometimes failing with new food and of all the new-ish foods I've cooked recently, this is the one that's been the most rewarding because it reminds me the most about writing.
I'm writing a book. It might not be any good. It might not sell any copies. It might be a waste of time and money. I'm still doing it.