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I'm packing up my room... well, using packing as a reason not to go to work, anyway! Tis a bit scary really, sorting through all my stuff and binning a load of crap, and deciding what I'm not going to need for a year. Reason tells me that if I'm not going to need it for a year, I should just bin it, but some of it (French and Spanish workbooks, books that are really English texts not light reads that I probably won't have time for etc) I just can't bring myself to throw out, because they still seem like they could be useful. And some of it I just have a strange sentimental attachment to, like a piece of paper from the order pad at the Old House at Home (the pub I worked at for 3 years) that says 'Friday, 20th May' on it. It's strange how these things can be so innocuous in themselves, and yet bring back so many memories.
I'm a bit scared about the uni in Germany, too. In my experience, a lot of the German students at King's, here in London, are unwilling to talk in German to you unless you are completely fluent (as in, proper teenage slangy conversation fluent). Which I'm not. And pretty much everyone my age in Germany speaks English. So I'm worried that, because my German won't be up to scratch as soon as I get there, no one will want to talk German to me, and I won't want to speak in English, so I won't make any friends. Silly, I know, but I don't want to spend my whole time with other exchange students just speaking in English. That's not the point of going.
I'm also really hoping I perk up a bit when I get there. I seem to spend my whole time feeling absolutely shattered at the mo. I think it's all the stress I've been going through. Funny, I always thought I dealt with pressurised situations quite well, but it's just been kind of neverending since last summer or even before, and I think it's just finally taking it's toll. Parents moving, me moving, living with people who are more friends with each other than me, dealing with leaving Trev for a year, exams and essays and other normal student stresses, having no money for months (I'm so fed up with living on under 60 quid a week), trying to act as a go-between with my parents and the people I live with, health issues, and loads of other stuff. Meh. Hopefully things will settle down when I get sorted.
In the mean time, some random kid just called my phone and demanded to know what I was doing with his sister's phone. How bizarre!
I'm a bit scared about the uni in Germany, too. In my experience, a lot of the German students at King's, here in London, are unwilling to talk in German to you unless you are completely fluent (as in, proper teenage slangy conversation fluent). Which I'm not. And pretty much everyone my age in Germany speaks English. So I'm worried that, because my German won't be up to scratch as soon as I get there, no one will want to talk German to me, and I won't want to speak in English, so I won't make any friends. Silly, I know, but I don't want to spend my whole time with other exchange students just speaking in English. That's not the point of going.
I'm also really hoping I perk up a bit when I get there. I seem to spend my whole time feeling absolutely shattered at the mo. I think it's all the stress I've been going through. Funny, I always thought I dealt with pressurised situations quite well, but it's just been kind of neverending since last summer or even before, and I think it's just finally taking it's toll. Parents moving, me moving, living with people who are more friends with each other than me, dealing with leaving Trev for a year, exams and essays and other normal student stresses, having no money for months (I'm so fed up with living on under 60 quid a week), trying to act as a go-between with my parents and the people I live with, health issues, and loads of other stuff. Meh. Hopefully things will settle down when I get sorted.
In the mean time, some random kid just called my phone and demanded to know what I was doing with his sister's phone. How bizarre!
