Flour Power

It's good to see everyone's confused.

On Montag, we played a little bit of Team Handball in gym class. I'd have to say, of all class matter that I've never covered in the States, Team Handball is probably that at which I perform best. I finished loading all the pictures I'd stocked up beforehand, so now all the pictures will be much more recent. Hopefully I'll be able to post about them on the blog when I post them to the Photoblog.

Dienstag: Hitzefrei. Unfortunately, I was in 12th grade Chemie, which doesn't receive that benefit. The worst part of it was that the whole two hours they just went over a test they had taken before I came. I sat and did nothing but sweat. At this point, I'm relatively certain that German teachers become such through their inability to write legibly. Only Herr Bürkle, Math and Physics teacher, and Herr Kunde, Math 12 teacher, can write so that one can read it if they haven't heard what it says, and I'm normally confused, so I don't get a whole ton of notes.

Mittwoch: Probably the most interesting school day yet. After second hour, a bunch of 13th graders started coming to the classrooms and letting everyone free, taking the teachers at gunpoint (not real guns, obviously, but they looked real, which is something that would never pass in America. I guess they just don't have the fear of that sort of thing) and locking them up in a cage outside. There was also a large smoking pile of ash and garbage, as well as many beer bottles. It was for an event called the Abi Schatz, which is basically a party lead by 13th graders before taking their final tests. A few younger students left to go home, but most stayed to watch the festivities. They set up a stage outside, and all of us gathered around to watch as they plucked teachers out of the cage by popular request to do things like dig through a large pile of flour for gummy bears using only their faces. The second time they did this, however, most of the teachers flat out refused, and only one, the bio teacher, came forward resignedly, so one of the 13th graders decided to compete against him. The teacher set straight to his duty, but the student decided to have fun with it. He grabbed a bag of flour and dumped it over his head, so that he was totally white. It was all fun and games until one of the 13th graders decided to do the same to the teacher. He stood up right away and left quite sourly. He wasn't miked, but that was probably for the better, since the visual of him chewing the student out was enough. I guess this was the last straw, because as they were about to move on to the next activity, the principal stepped up and announced, "These students are all intoxicated," (yeah, it was about 10 in the morning), "the Abi Schatz is cancelled, go back to class." This was followed by a mad dash for the gates as the student body made a mass exodus from the schoolyard where it had been held. Interestingly enough, afternoon classes are still on, and in fact I have biology, so it will be interesting to see the aftermath. Oh well, at the very worst, we got out of school at like 10:30.

Updates:
Residenzschloss gallery is up. These were from my tour with the Amis a while back.
Straßburg gallery is up. Also shots from the Black Forest.
7 new pics have been added to Home Away From Home. These were taken at the Marktplatzfest on Saturday.
4 new pics have been added to People I Know. These were taken either at the Marktplatzfest or in Straßburg.
4 new pics have been added to Lost In Translation. This gallery showcases all the weird little quirks about German life that I feel like sharing. Be patient; it's running quite slowly, at least over here, so it takes a bit of time to load.

Let's Go To The Map:
I was actually planning on wearing that outfit to the first day of school... No, I don't care about wood or carpet really. Also, I had dibs on a second waterbed way before Matt could even understand the concept of a bed filled with water.
Yeah, those kegs were at Heidelberg. There's also another large one in the Residenzschloss, and they all hold wine. In fact, the tour guide in Tübingen told us that the worst punishment for the boys attending the university there was to be cut off from their wine ration, even worse than being imprisoned, since the water was contaminated and they had nothing else to drink. And I'll use whichever adjectives I like, thank you.
Anonymous: I know it shouldn't be that hard. But it is. I'm really hung up on your comment of that shooting game in my basement. Wow. I don't even have a guess this time...
Don't worry about Mom trying to coach at your sporting events, Zoe. I understand, and no, there's nothing you can do about it. Yes, you did get Clijsters' name right.

I can start another site, if you'd all like, called "Rate My German Girlfriends."