This week was the last week of the German course. I think it says a lot about me that I’m going to miss the long, early morning train rides and the three franc cappuccinos more than my new friends. I guess I just found it hard to socialize so much with people who are, on average, eighteen to my fourteen. I’ve never really thought about my age a lot- I think I’ve always naturally gravitated towards people who are older than me, and I kind of have this mentality that age is just a number. But being around people who are really surprised to find out that you are just fourteen, and then offer you vodka at a party is sometimes difficult. I don’t know. It’s not really that big a of a deal. Also, I’m going to be fifteen next month, which is really properly teenagery thingy wow gosh I feel old shhhh.
The last day was pretty fun, though. At lunch I accidently spent 23 francs on lunch because I didn’t realize that you paid by plate weight. I was kind of in a haze all day, though, which might explain it- if I ever meet Mother Nature, I will first thank her for making me the [superior] gender that I am, and then punch her in the face, for making me the [painful-and-inconvenient-incidents-causing] gender that I am.
After we got our test results [31 out of 45 for me, about average] they bought in a bag of candy and we sat and watched the beginning of Four Weddings and a Funeral, while the teachers tried to figure out why the projector was cutting half the movie off. About ten minutes they gave up, and said that we could go. A group of about six of us took the tram, in the pouring rain, to a bubble tea shop in Zurich somewhere. I got a free tea from someone’s loyalty card, which was good because I was still upset about the 23 francs. The tea was fantastic- I’d never had one before. It’s quite a weird drink- basically literal bubbles of flavor in sweet liquid. I had a cold berry one. After that I took the train back to Zurich Mainstation, and then home. I didn’t really end up saying goodbye properly to any of the others I was with- but it was raining, and I had to run. Thanks for the free tea, guys!
Also at some point in those last few days we visited a library in Zurich which I could get a free membership to [there were lots of books in English] and it had a giant catapult shaped swing outside.
Anyway, the classes at Kantonsschule Glarus continue to be okay- it’s trigonometry in math, which, despite apparently having not much to do with other areas of math, still makes f*&$ all sense to me. I guess I should use my weekend to Google Basic Trigonometry, but I also have an Agatha Christie novel and it’s sunny outside, so…not really a decision at all.
PE is freaking awesome. The school basically has it’s own private gym room, filled with flash exercise machines. Is that like a normal high school thing? I don’t know, but it’s cool. Especially when someone plugged their iPod into the speakers- everything is always better with music.
In Biology and Chemistry i’ve been jotting down ideas and possible storyboard sketches for a film which I would love to make while I’m here. We’re learning about evolution in Biology, by the way, but he’s only mentioned Darwin once so I don’t really have much to contribute to the class.
There’s snow on some of the distant mountains, and it’s two weeks until the autumn holidays. Mum and the boys are home now. It’s weird, because my home here feels so much like home- there’s this feeling of familiarity and safety that only ever comes with a home- but I can still close my eyes and trace every single step of my home in New Zealand, and then I get really sad because even though it’s not even that nice a house I still miss it, and Ashhurst, and my room…and my family, of course. Top of the list of things I miss, obviously. Very certainly. Ahem.
There are chickens in our back garden, now. Apparently. And my room is white. I can’t picture that. I can’t even picture our garden without the guinea pigs. But they aren’t going to be there when I get back.
Ah gosh darn it folks, I’m getting all emotional. Cue the abrupt goodnight.