Die erste Schulwoche

As of 16:40 Switzerland time yesterday, or 11:40 am at home, I have officically gone to school in a foregin country for one week. Ta da! Now I can come home... Not. But I am definatley missing the comforting sounds of my mother language. The gutteral sounds of German are brutily abusing my ears 24.7. Sitting in a classroom surrounded by a teacher and 20 other students, which even that is pretty weird after my three to ten student classes at Olney, who are all speaking another language so fluently and so fast. I was so petrified until I taught myself to ease into it. Everyone is very nice to me, most likely cause they feel bad for me, but oh well, that is better than nothing. I have decided to just focus on the language and not my other classes for the first months or so. I have a school-provided tutor on Thursdays after school and my dads cousin, Paolo, is also tutoring me in his house in Horv. My parents were traveling all week so I saw them for the first time yesterday and I didnt realize until then how much German I have picked up in just one week. Hopefully this language barrier wont be so painful to get around.




Another thing I have noticed here, which I find quite funny, is the American influence EVERYWHERE. I could not count the number of shirts with New York City, Los Angelos, New Orleans, etc. etc. I have seen here. In the middle of Switzerland, I see billboards with Ryan Renolds face, restraunts and cafes named California and in my English class when the teacher asked us where we would like to go on vacation if we could go anywhere in the world... The majority of my class said the USA. Its the weirdest thing...