Everyone else on year abroad seems to have a blog. This means I want a blog because when everyone else has something, I want it too. No one likes to be the only one without a blog. Everyone wants to feel like their life is equally worth reading about.
So, I am a teaching assistant. That has been my job title for a week now; can't say I've really done any teaching as such, more just a bit of chatting English to German kids, smiling and trying to stay awake even though it's 8am, an hour I don't normally see. The early mornings are actually killing me; you'd think it'd be great to finish work at 10.30am, but all I did with the rest of today was nap, go on facebook, and conclude that I should start a blog. Productive.
To be fair though, there's not much else to do while hanging around my 'flat'. Inverted commas cos it's more just a corridor with cell-like rooms and a communal kitchen. I like communal living, but there is nothing communal about living with 10 other people you never really see or talk to (mostly because I forget who they are and which language they understand, if any, out of English, German and French). I make the effort to try to be communal by spending a lot of time sitting on my own in the kitchen just in case anyone wants to hang out with me, watching TV that I don't understand and drinking tea. All that's achieved really is fulfilling the stereotype that English people always drink tea.
My placement is sort of going successfully, apart from a mishap the other day where they changed my whole timetable without telling me and then were surprised that I didn't know about it. Well gutted I no longer have Mondays and most of Fridays off. They've instead kindly given me Wednesdays off. What the freeeeak am I supposed to do with a Wednesday?!
Bochum seems like a cool enough city. Have already sampled some crazy salsa night that one of my flatmates invited me to (the one who talks to me). And me and Glen, my fellow language assistant in Bochum, have now tried out Bochum gaying and Bochum sushi. Both roaring successes, except that I think I was mistaken for a bloke in a gay club...I guess there were no other girls in there, so it was a fair assumption. Still not a massive ego boost though.
Tomorrow I'm heading to Oktoberfest with many other Germs. I am so excited!! Even if I didn't manage to purchase a Dirndl for the occasion, I am instead bringing lots of enthusiasm, and biscuits shaped like zoo animals for the car journey (I did have pringles too but I just ate them all).
Dora.
xxx
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