Today I switched from third class to second class. That is not a figurative sentence or about plane tickets. When I took the prufüng (what is the word in English??) for our classes, I was placed into class 3, the highest level class. It was hard.
So today I decided to go into class 2 and it was almost too easy but its so helpful at reinforcing things I already know but easily forget. So I'll stay there.
Also I like the people in 2nd class more.

We all just kind of separate off during breaks and after class into smaller groups and do whatever - it feels like every day I get to know someone else a little bit better. Today after class (it was over at 3pm; usually its over at 12.30. Don't ask me why it was longer today. I don't know) Marie - the main group social activity instigator - said "Leute! What are we doing today?". And we decided to get together at 6pm in the zentrum of the student apartments and play drinking games and someone would bring a guitar and we could make music times.
That sounded really fun to me. But today was Leonie's birthday and I didn't know when/if they were doing anything tonight and if I should be there and blah blah blah it's frustrating having a host family.

Regardless, I knew I had some time to kill, so we separated off into random groups as usual (there's a lot of "what are you doing?" "I dunno...What are you doing?" "I dunno, I guess I was gonna go to my room, but if you wanna do something..." "Yeah...Should we do something?") and Ville, a nice but quiet guy from Norway, and I ended up walking together. We wandered over to his dorm, because I hadn't been to any of them before, and he talked to his law student German roommate awkwardly about where he could find a place that sold cheap prepaid cell phones. I stood in the kitchen, not sure of what I should do, but also okay with not doing anything.
Then we headed in the direction of the city center. The university is kind of on the edge of town - but just a few blocks away from some really nice streets. We talked awkwardly but not painfully awkwardly about why we're here and what we think we want to do later in our lives. He's a jazz musician (saxophone) and composer and is almost done with his Bachelors. I'm a wandering, slightly confused person, just picking things up as I go. I also play guitar a lot.

I thought he had a place in mind, so I asked "So, do you know where we're going?" and he said "Well...I know where we are." And I was like "Oh." We ended up passing a coffee shop that I spent an afternoon in last week or the week before and I said "Oh! I love that place. It's really nice." And he said "Yeah? Should we get coffee?" And I was like "Oh. Yeah. Sure."
And then we sat outside and got coffee and I'm not sure what the point of this story is.

But whatever I ended up not going to hang out because my life sucks and fjdksaljgf. I hate that the only place to go is Kiel (there is NOTHING but houses and farms and one grocery store in a 5 mile radius from our house), and I have to ride Anette's bike for 25 minutes to get to the train stop which takes me 15 minutes later to the big main train station in Kiel.
It's just such a pain. I feel like I'm separated between my school life and my "home" life. All the kids at school live in the same general area and are having a total immersion experience and I'm only getting half of it. And it's not even like I'm really doing anything here in Flemhude. We all wake up in the morning, I take Holly on a walk, we eat breakfast and I wait for everyone else to be ready to go because I have nothing to do to get ready. I try to talk to the kids, and they say something and I don't understand it and I feel like poopy pants because I can't really interact with them. So I just say "Guten Morgen!" und "Gibts was besonderes heute?" und "Was ist das, denn?" when they're playing with something. And I just feel totally fake.
And then Anette and I drive to the university, which takes about 15-20 minutes, and ocassionally find something to say to each other and then she drops me off and we say "Tschüs!" like we've been chatting the whole time. And then I go to class and have a good time and etc etc that's where my life feels right now, and usually do something afterwards with kids from the class, and then feel like I should call Anette and see what's up, even though she hasn't contacted me yet, and she usually don't seem to mind, whatever I want to do.

I dunno, I know they're giving me freedom or whatever, but it just feels like they don't care.
Blech. Normally I would spout all this out to my mom or Gloria but neither are available at the moment, so you, blog reader (of which there is probably only my mom and Gloria) get this jumbled mess of words and thoughts.
I'm really tired. Today was eigentlich gut.
Haha. We call this mixture of German and English that all us students speak "Denglisch" (Deutsch + Englisch).
Weißt du was, let's end this on a good note: