I know you all had bets on when the first melt down would be and who ever had Wednesday, October 27th in the pool, well Congrats!!! Yes, I cried (real tears) to Brad this evening over my German homework, but we should probably back up a bit to see what led to my full-blown collapse. Everything was going well this morning as I awoke feeling ten times better (thanks to the meds Brad brought me) and excited to attend my first day of German class. I will admit I was pretty anxious to see what I had missed the day before and nervous that I would be unable to catch up, but still positive it would all work out. Oh man, was I wrong. I quickly realized that the teacher will not speak anything but German to you and several of the students are far more advanced than me. Also, she started the class by throwing the ball around and asking everyone different questions in German. So when it got to my turn I had no idea what she said or how to respond. Luckily, the gentleman seated to the right of me was super nice and assisted with the response. Then about an hour an half into the class John (another student) finally showed up and the only seat open was the one to my left. He is from Turkey and is completely terrible. He laughs at everyone in the class and on top of that, he tries to tell others when they are saying or doing something incorrect. It is very distracting and just plain rude. Also, I was paired with him for an exercise (matching words with pictures) and this was something I was actually good at as I had just completed the same lesson on Rosetta Stone a few days ago, but John thought otherwise. He would change every one I placed down and then look in his translation book only to find that my answers were correct. So annoying and I think the kid is downright awful.
Class was finally about to come to an end, but now it was time to receive our homework for the evening. It ended up being only a couple of sessions in our book and decided to complete it all in the media center prior to returning home. To be honest, I thought it would only take me an hour (two at the max) to finish it, but as the clock turned 17:00 (class ends at 12:45 PM) and still not done, I decided it was time for a break and headed to the U-Bahn. On my walk home, I stopped at Tengelmann to pick up dinner for Brad (went with a frozen curry and pasta option) and then headed upstairs to our hotel room. After spending another hour or so trying to figure out what numbers the lady on my CD-ROM was saying, I made dinner for Brad and watched TV. Still working on the homework when Brad walked in, I got so overwhelmed and just lost it. Of course, my loving hubby came over, gave me a kiss and said let’s do it together, but I can only count to twelve. This made me laugh instantly and we began working on it. After fifteen minutes of more tears and listening to the CD hundreds of times, we were able to complete the final section. It was a really bad day and I think I wanted to quit the class at least ten times today, but Brad said stay positive and give it a week. Going to sleep and hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Gute Nacht. vermisse euch alle. – die Gauntletts
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