I hate Mondays. I have class from 9-19:00. I leave home usually at 7:30 for the train, but yesterday I had to pack my stuff from Hotel #2 and move it back to the old apartment, so I left a half hour early. This meant I got less sleep than usual the night following TWO DAYS OF LOLLAPALOOZA. I get on the train, drop my stuff off, and get back on the train to go to school. Oh yeah, and it's raining.
My German class goes smoothly, but I'm so damn sleepy I can barely follow what's going on. We're working on the food vocab, and for some reason only learning how to say foods I don't like (die Banane, die Tomate, die Zwiebel--that one means onion). I get through class with a Club Mate, and then frantically try to figure out how to print the two papers I have due without my computer password, which is in my apartment that I've barely been in for 3 weeks. Luckily a friend let me log in with their info, and I get my stuff printed just in time to be LATE for my 13:30 field trip!
It is still raining, but I walk to the bus, get on the S-Bahn, and trudge to the Holocaust Memorial. My calves are insanely sore from Lolla, but hey, there's enough to complain about already. I arrive at the memorial and my class is nowhere to be found. Like, it's raining, there are approximately 10 people in the whole plaza, and none of them are under the age of 40. A student from my class notices me, and she's sort of in contact with a student who is with the group. Except the group is a mile away. And there's no word as to whether the professor is even with them. So we wait at the Holocaust memorial. Then we walk through Tiergarten to the Gypsy memorial. Then back to the Holocaust memorial. And it is still raining. We find another student, who is also lost. We stand in the rain a bit longer. I'm cold and have to pee and my socks are getting wet. I decide I'm going back to campus without turning in my paper, or finding my class. The other girls decide to take the train to find them. At this point, I'm so annoyed I don't even care about the guilty "you're a bad student" vibes I'm getting from one of them.
I get back to the bus stop after the S-Bahn, buy a pack of Oreos, get on the train, and try not to cry. It was an overwhelming day, and it wasn't even close to being over. I get back to school and sit down for some studying and ASMR to calm myself down before class number 3. But this class is a lot. It's a German cinema class, the professor is an egotistical film snob, and he shuts down all discussion to say what he wants us to think. We're discussing Dr. Caligari, a film I've seen, written, and read about very recently, but I can't bring myself to voice my opinions knowing he'll make a snide comment no matter what. It's a long three hours. I get invited for sushi after class, but my energy is running so low I know I have a limited time to move into my new apartment before I crash.
I get home after the 45 minute commute half asleep, but I am completely reenergized when I walk into the new room. It's clean, has a fan, linens, a working shower and shower door, a Wifi router, a pot and a pan, AND there's no bedbugs. I move everything over in two trips, unpack with some RuPaul in the background, and finally go to sleep.
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Today is a new and good day. The rain stopped but it's still chilly, and this afternoon I'm going on a mission to find a good bagel with some friends. I'm going to an English-taught Jazz choreo class tonight; this weekend made me really excited to dance again.
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