A roof over my head :)

So I have some where to live! I shall be staying with a family from whom I shall be renting a room :). Though that wasnt all My Betreuungslehrer, Goran, had to say.

I shall be spending my first weekend in Germany not as previously thought hitting up Ikea with Mark but on the annual KvFG teacher's weekend retreat. There's nowt like being chucked in the deep end! Now if you'll excuse me I need some counselling, auf deutsch.
Beth xxx

1 Week, 7 Days, 168 hours,

and I'm, (to quote a friend), bricking it. Excitement, heavily laced with an overbalancing side of trepidation!

I spoke to my Betreuungslehrer on Friday and he said I should have a place to live by the end of the week, I also somehow ended up speaking to my headteacher, he seems lovely, but it was a terrible line and he was talking like an express train, unfortunately smiling and nodding doesn't work on the phone, I felt a complete idiot for having to ask him to slow down because I couldn't understand. Goran (my Betreuungslehrer), however has so far only ever spoken to me in English, thank goodness, but I suspect that'll change a week Thursday when we meet, which is probably a good thing.

Another good thing is Mark's announcement that he's coming to meet my train in Stuttgart, so we can travel to Tübingen together. This is a good thing, he has put fear in my heart over that station: "You realise half of its underground right?" I can cope with the tube, (more on that later), but I know the tube and its pretty simple and well signed. I will undoubtedly be completely knackered, stressed beyond belief- I do not travel well, particularly in an emotionally explosive state- and therefore my brain will be struggling to compute English let alone German!  Though this is probably nerve induced, hyperbolic rambling.

Ah well...

Last Sunday I went down south to see Hannah. Three things: 1.My feet are now giant blisters, 2.Hannah and I are still unstoppable, 3. My Phone mysteriously disapparated.

In relation to No. 1 - ballet flats are not a good idea for a long day of walking, let alone 2, also my blister went green, it was really weird, there was no rhyme or reason to it, its not green any more, just sorta shiny.

Warning never take a phone to London. They going missing in mysterious/suspicious circumstances. I never knew losing a smartphone could be so stressful, that little mini heartache you have when you think you've lost it? Bah! That's nothing. The unparalleled horror at realising "Pants, its REALLY gone!" then "ALL MY NUMBERS!" then "WHAT IF THEY FRAPE ME!" Before I can get home ring my network and bar my phone. Thankfully it went missing on the last day so it wasn't too bad, but until my new phone arrived on Friday  having to use a phone less technologically advance than my old 3410 ( at least that could access the internet! Sort of), was agony. But its over now.

So what did Hannah and I do? We went shopping (obviously), went on a really long walk, a fact we only noticed on the boat ride back, at the end of that walk tho was some very touristy activity and this:

Shouldn't be let out of the house me.

But then Hannah was at risk of the same thing.

The next day we went into London, coming out of Waterloo we naturally came to the London Eye, where we spontaneously decided to get on it!

We did lots of other touristy things which pleased Hannah immensely cos she doesn't normally get to!

Anyway,

until after I get there

Bethxx

Oh my goodness!

Conflagrations of giddy aunts!!  I’m going to Germany rather too soon!  However rather more pertinently I’m sat on an East Coast Mainline train to London eating skittles.  Why? Because I’m going to see Hannah!  Really looking forward to it after weeks of post camp boredom and work induced injuries, I’m treating myself to a few days away. Admittedly timing could have been better, I would choose the week KvFG go back and as such mean that all the important emails will start coming through. Hence why I’m blogging on a train. I have no other need for my laptop but unfortunately all the important bits and bobs are all stored on here and as suchI should probably find myself a reliable USB drive before I go. Prioritising isn’t my strong point though and as such the 6 DVD Avengers boxset – oh my inner geek is exultant- is far more important. 

At least malevolent  envelopes and parcels wouldn’t be shredding the skin around my fingers then. Or giving me RSIs, my thumb, wrist and arm are all sore.  But work means that I have money and can go to London, buy dvd boxsets, oh and y’know have some thing left to live off upon arrival in Germany.

I really just want to get there now as a lot of my class mates have already made it out there including Miss Chloe Caswell, and Markus, my Schwabian adventure buddies. Mark and I are living in the same Town. I predict entertaining times ahead.

I still have a lot of prep to do, including getting my phone unlocked and cancelling my contract. And with all this extra money I have deciding on how to get more clothes on to the Plane. You see, dragging two bags about would be awkward and something of a bind when on a schedule in a strange place, for instance Stuttgart’s notoriously complicated Hauptbahnhof, “You realise half of its underground right?” Mark could have just hampered my wardrobe.  If anyone tells me again I don’t need two coats and 4 jackets, I’m so overtired I will start crying.

Aside from panicking about packing, I wont even let myself think about anything else that could be a problem, like ooo I don’t know, language skills, it’d turn me in to a puddle of stress, and I let Mark get on with that, what have I been up to?

Camp! Yes  that was a thing that happened it was its usual mental self, fun, drama worthy of a soap opera, difficult children and too much sugar in spades. Also this happened:

Party night always produces moments of hilarity.

Steve’s outfit was so good his own son walked past him several times looking for his daddy not recognising the guy with hair.

This is me and Emibobs with The Dave:

Ooo and I had a new mini leader this year!  Cutie pie alert!

Hannah graduated to the role of Camper meaning that her position was left vacant, it was filled before dinner on the first day when Amy, Hannah’s little sister, came flying over to me and asked if she could be my mini leader because Hannah was a camper now. I agreed and Amy was very happy.

My tent partner Becky is camera shy. She's awesome and a brilliant partner in crime. I merely say dave's torch. xD

Other things that have happened: I got a job.  Sorting Mail for Royal Mail through an agency. In a warehouse in Leeds. In a sexy High Vis Jacket and super stylish Steel toe capped shoes. (Can you smell the sarcasm yet?)  Where I attract far too much undue attention, (how in that get-up escapes me!) , have the skin around my fingernails shredded and give my self tendonitis, which is making texting and typing a bit of a chore. I work every hour they give me, have blisters all over my feet, shift twice as much as the regular RM staff for half the pay, but at least I have new clothes and can be on this train atm.

Any way, until I have fun times in London town to blog about I shall toddle off

Beth x