Surprises! But Not the Good Kind

Thursday there were only six people in German class. This was fun because we all got so much attention but as we get into more grammatical things it becomes evident how far behind I am. I had to miss school on Tuesday because I was drowning in work so that didn't help. My goal was to do some extra review in the book to make up for it but like other personal goals such as getting these chest pains looked at by a doctor and getting a new mouthgaurd because I've completely worn through mine, work took priority. After class we all went out for drinks with our teacher. It was interesting sharing stories with my classmates because of the seven of us, none were from the same country. Sounds like my peers are in a lot more situations where they have no choice but to use German, I'm jealous.

I'm normally pretty responsible but I get increasingly more irresponsible with each passing year. For example: of the three overhead lights in my apartments all of the bulbs were out in two of them. I have been functiong by moving a lamp with me from room to room. I didn't want Jessica to see what a mess I have become so I emailed Frank to ask for a ladder, requesting a date that I could come home over lunch to meet him. He didn't respond for a day but when he did, he said "I hope you don't mind but I just went in and changed them. Don't worry I didn't look around. you owe me 13€."

Let's talk about this: 1. I am absolutely not comfortable with this man going into my "home". 2. The day he was there, apt was probably the dirtiest ever as it was the morning after PartyPeople. 3. How did the lightbulbs possibly cost 13€? ok whatever. I didn't have time to run home anyway. so I responded thanks but next time please don't go in the apartment without me.

When I got home Thursday night I was really really hoping for that ATM pin. When I checked the mail, it still wasn't there. I opened my door and what did I find inside my apartment? a package! How did it get INSIDE my apartment? It appears Frank is popping in on the regular.

I cut open the package that was marked "Vorsicht Glas!". I still haven't picked up a package that was delivered to a nearby shop over a week and a half ago so maybe this was it? Nope! It was a two foot chocolate Easter bunny. There was a letter from Deutsche Bank saying that this gift was for my troubles with the ATM card... really? Can you just send the pin instead.

Melissa and I were flying to Italy early in the morning so I planned to pull another all-nighter to listen to the Twins, pack etc. not sure how it happened but next thing I knew I woke up next to a half eaten mango with Melissa was at my front door! I threw some underwear and my Twins hat in a suitcase and was off to Firenze!