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Hallo miteinand.

I no longer have to miss half of music everyweek in order to go to German for the German Impaired aka Exchange Student German. now I just have to go every other week, I don't have to do any more boring grammar exercises (YAY!) and I just have to read a whole lot and write essays about it.

I am back in school, and the scedule is honestly not that bad, except for the waking up early bit... and the staying until 5 bit (which means I get home at the lovely time of 6.17 because my train comes in at the same time my bus leaves...)

3/9 Other than all that, life is good. I have another drama workshop weekend. I get to be all angry and so. Unfortunately, I am missing what will possibly be the last ski weekend I would have had here.

Spring has sprung as all that annoying premade crafty stuff says.

Too lazy to arrange those pictures at the top. One is of Takahiro and Melissa, from Japan and Malaysia respectively. Three are of my school (well, old remodled monestary). One is from my sled of Ruby sledding in front of me. Funny story. We were all sledding down this track, and suddenly, there was no more snow. Not a flake. Melted. Gone. Just road. Then I hiked all the way down the hill with my sled, because I was in front. Good times. And the last one is me doing crochet. Nothing much intresting has happened, so I'll wait to post this and see if something does!

WOOHOO INTRESTING THINGS HAVE HAPPENED!

Tonight (3-22) Was one of the best nights of my life. We did our play (Endgame by Samuel Beckett) for the last time and everything was perfect. Then afterwards, there was an apero and we got to hang out with Gary and Stefan because we all wound up missing our trains. And it snowed as we were walking to the train station. I am now soaked. There's even a tape (minus the last 10 minutes or so ;_;), so you'll all get to see. Stefan told me I absolutely have to keep doing theater. Then, they were amazed as I did as much of the play as a one man show as our short train ride allowed.

Normal Insanity

So I have been temporarilly rendered insane by a sudden love of "airport literature" especially that of Micheal Crichton, so forgive whatever crazyness seems to spout from that. (Read so far: Jurassic Park, Prey, Timeline, State of Fear)

I woke up at 7am today in order to call Leighanne up, because we haven't talked in forever. It was really intresting to talk with her, as she is the only one who really makes an effort to talk to me here, or well, does so on a regular basis. I don't know how the others are finding their communications with their friends from America. I mean, I just try to have as little internet chatting going on as possible, because then I start to get intrested in the life I left at home and not the fantastic one I am leading here, as frustrating as it can be at times. But anyway, going on exchange is a great way to find out which of your friends are really truely addicted to talking to you...

So I'll back track two weeks to Drama Week, and no, there was not a whole lot of drama going on. The Drama class at school is putting on Endgame, which I have mentioned before. The week before "Sport Vacation" is devoted entirely to drama, the rest of the kdis have regular school, but the drama class has drama all day, everyday, from 8am to 5pm. It was probably my best week here yet. Someone told me that they were happy we had a drama week because they got to know me better. Before, this person said, people would just look at me and think "An american...oh" and go on their merry way, but after a week together, they actually get to see that I am fun and cool and don't really overly fit into their perception of america. (Which of course, I do, in someways, but not in others.) Anywhoo, Zoe stole my camera, so I have about a million pictures of people taken 6 inches away from their faces.

Other than that, I spent the last week (aka first week of vacation) in the mountains, where there is no snow. I was supposed to go skiing with my host sister's boyfriend's class, but we had to cancell a second time, as this time there was even less snow. I find that unfortunate, as I was forced to kill 9 days, in the middle of the mountains, where all there is to do is sleep, read, or hike. I wound up hiking 8 miles one day. I miss skiing weather, and I hope it snows at least once more so I can get back to hurtling uncontrolled down a mountain, while still being outstripped by small children. Nothing beats being laughed at by 4 year old skiing savants. ;-)

We also went on a day trip to Lugano (aka capital of the italian switzerland) and Italy. We had pasta, which unfortunately for us, was just a heated up frozen meal. but italy was pretty, despite the lake being dirty than Luganosee.

This week I am once again at home. Yesterday I went to Zurich to buy a cool hat, well not in order to buy it, but I wound up with a hat. And Yarn. And A new Micheal Chrichton book (Prey, which is shaping up well after the less creature based State of Fear). And Stitch n' Bitch: The Happy Hooker (a crochet book, for those of you who don't know...) So I hope to spend the rest of today trying to keep my crochet looser (cause I seem to crochet like someone with nervous tension...), reading, and planning my trip to Genf (aka Geneva) Thursday.

Happy Valentine's day everyone!!

See, Wilhelm Tell IS really the national hero, there's a big staute and EVERYTHING!!