Equalizing to my studies

I made it through my first week. As I refilled my water bottle today, two kiddies said "Schoenes Wochenende" to me as they rolled their luggage out of the building. Right, for the half of us, they're going home this weekend. The rest of us must endure without a single day off. I think that's awful of them, cuz doesn't everyone need one 24 hour period of no school, just studying? *sigh*

The good for me today was arriving and seeing the instructor named Marcel in the kitchen. He was talking to the secretary and I waited politely until walking up to him and saying, "MARCEL." and shaking his hand. I know he didn't know my name, but I know he remembers me. And I'll never forget him, he made my 2nd day of class horrible for me in 2017,

I'm sure you remember, but if not, I was stuck in awful traffic, over 2 hours, and arrived 15 minutes late. He humiliated me in front of the entire class and told me to sit in the middle of the (circular formed) class, the "dunce cap" to wear. I was horrified, I told the class how I left my home 2 hours earlier....well.....Marcel is back.

And this time I said to him, "You may not scold me again, because I've booked a hotel, leaving the 2 hour drive!"

He looked at me smiling blankly.

A good start.

And today, he went out of his way to take care of me, using English whenever possible (kind of also showing off) but also coming to me and saying, "Lytha, did you get that?" "YES" Thank you, I repeated throughout  the day. He would stop instructing and play with his smartphone, until the class realized he was pulling up an English term for me!

He'd pull me aside and speak to me in English, explaining things that he thought I needed to hear, and I was just so, so thankful, that he cares. The meanest teacher of the year is also the nicest. How is that.

Later I parked myself in front of a desk fan, cuz I was dripping. To my surprise, the class president has taken an interest in me and for the first time, ever, someone has spoken to me without initiation. It took one whole week, *sigh* He wanted to talk about American culture and and and...

Someone else joined him shyly, where we spoke about Denglish - the mix of the German and English languages. They told me how they use it, and I surprised them by telling them I've never used "The F word" in my life. Stunned, they were.

Anyway, it took me an entire week for anyone to approach me and I'm relieved. Cuz as anti-social as I am, if I'm working, hands-on with a team, I'd like a little chit chat, and every single day, I have tried to engage these people in conversation. I told my husband on the phone yesterday, "I shower every day, and I'm polite, but no one wants to either sit near me or speak to me! Yesterday the person who was supposed to sit by  me moved away, leaving an empty slot, what is that? Am I repulsive"

I think it's a combination of my age and my languate suck-i-tude with relation to anatomy/biology.

Well, it's Friday night at 8 pm as I type this, and I feel so much better now. Also, if you want to start medic training, start it when you're exactly 18 years old (and not college/uni material). You'll fit right in.

No photos, again, but dang that church got loud today. Oh hey, I got this room extended another 2 days!!!! No worries, I'll be spending my lunch breaks here in the ICE COLD ROOM as I did today, every day til Monday.