So today was very dark and cloudy. The morning was pretty warm but it got progressively cooler. In the fourth period I was with the third graders and we went over clothes and stuff. I had a hard time remembering to call pants trousers or jeans (the kids are learning British English) but I think most people would, because who really wants to say trousers when you can say pants. I was again reminded of how odd it is that pants and shorts are plural objects. That wasn’t the really strange thing though. No, the really strange thing was that I sat down at the back, near some rowdy kids. It was my hope that my presence would calm them down, but I guess I forgot that most of the kids past the 2nd grade don’t grant me the same respect as they would a teacher. I like to think it’s because I can’t reign down on them in German and put them in their place, but it also had something to do with the fact that they were young girls. In some odd quest for attention, one of them had cut off a rather sizable piece of their hair, which was weird enough. Then after a few minutes of me wondering if I should attempt to explain in my limited German that you shouldn’t cut your hair (I tried once in 2nd grade and got in big trouble) when she did something even more odd. She borrowed someone’s glue stick and proceeded to glue the piece of hair on her chin like a beard. That’s about when the teacher noticed and yelled at her, and I moved to a more well behaved part of the class. Also today I was struck with a bit of reminiscence of last year with my people at the LUC. It was good times, and I guess my memories were stirred by looking at pictures of last year on my computer, which I finally got a proper adapter for. It wasn’t a sad time, and I didn’t feel homesick, I just remembered how weird it was at first, and how normal it became, and a few of the fun times we had. It just served to make me excited about fun times here, some of which will come at the Intermenno Retreats, and some of which come from teaching, and some from playing Siedler von Catan with Jake, Dorothy and Gary (the pastor, the pastor’s wife, and my fellow Trainee) I haven’t won yet, but then again, I never really do. But I think I am finally learning that the enjoyment is in the playing of the game and not necessarily winning, though it is fun to try. I guess I am going to survive here, as long as I look forward to the right things, like the moment when German finally makes more sense. Or when everyone comes to visit good old A. L. Good times will be had, I can feel it.