Fry-Tog

Not really Friday in German. But sounds good.

I went to the library and worked on my paper all day. I handed it in just in time. They don't hand it in to teachers. They don't call them papers either, it's an essay always. They have an assignment form you fill out for every handed in assignment. You drop all your work in one box no matter who the teacher. Crazy.

They don't indent paragraphs. They just put another page break in (enter). Their citing is much simpler I think, and I prefer it actually.

Dinner was chicken stir fry. Oh! I forgot to tell you about awkward praying! On rare occasions (although for the past 2 nights), MaryAnge (host mom sorta, runs the hostel with her husband Bernard, also: thickest French accent ever) decides to sing instead of praying. The song is her choice. It's a surprise. So she will sing a son and we all sing after her. It's really awkward because most of us don't understand her accent so it comes out in mumbles. You can't sing well with mumbles. I cannot express how awkward it is. And I'm not alone.

After that we heard a car crash while watching an Aussie TV show. We went on the balcony to check. It was pretty cool.

I am not getting a balanced guitar lesson anymore and it shows! I tried practicing the chords but I can't remember them really well...and it sounded messed up. I'll work on it this weekend hopefully. But on the bright side, I practiced the beginning of Thunderstruck and I can do it faster and have it sound clearer than ever.

Everyone was bored later and I was dead tired. They finally put in Schindler's List and I ended up falling asleep for 80% of it. Now I think I'll go to bed.