Was Für Ungluck!

Hello... yeah it's been a while. Not much... how 'bout you?

Friday. Hmm, I don't know if I can even remember back that far. School was pretty normal as far as I know... and that night? Ahh, yes. We had a going-away party for two girls from our class. I've told some people some things, but those were mostly false. One girl is going to Panama, one to Michigan, both for the whole year, unlike what I told some of you. Other students in the class are taking foregin exchange trips to Spain for 3 months, France for 2, Poland, etc. etc. all over the place. But this party was just for the two of them. It was held nestled on the side of a large hill covered with vineyards. I estimated its height to be about comparable to Ski Gull, though such hills are quite normal in the sub-Black Hills region, unlike in Minnesota's flatlands. Going out to the edge, one could get a beautiful panoramic view of the surrouning countryside. In fact, at one point, Lala, Geli and I wandered away from the rest of the party to go sit in a vineyard. We chatted for a while, then they saw an old shirtless grandpa with a hoe or some instrument walking through the rows of grapevines. They panicked and started to flee. As I joined them, Lala whispered their explanation: "illegal." Ah. So we headed up the hill, trying to go silently but quickly, and failing fairly well at that, until we saw someone else by one of the exits at the top. We ended up running in circles, avoiding the grandpa and this other person while seeking an exit. Eventually we found it, and ran back to the party. It was a fun time overall, though at the end it began to rain. They had a tent, but construction in the dark would be improbable and probably too slow, so they suggested packing everyone who wanted to stay into the four cars that were there. Mind you, there were like 40-50 people and 4 small European cars. Geli opted to call her mother. We also offered rides to Lala and two other girls who lived in the area, and the five of us headed off down the road. Then it started to rain. Then to pour. I loved it. Eventually we got down to a highway of sorts, and waited momentarily for Marina. It got interesting at this point, because instead of bringing the minivan like we'd thought, she brought the new 2-door Ford Fiesta, seen here. So, we had a little car-packing adventure of our own. Luckily the ride didn't take too long. Or should I say unluckily ;)

Saturday. Geli and Valerie's dance group gave a performance. They did some hip-hop dances and weren't bad, but they didn't hold a match to the Kixters. Afterwards the plans had been to head into Waldhaus, which everyone hates on Saturday, but for some reason they still go there. Not today; we met Lala and Julie (i think. she's the French foreign exchange student) and went to the Beach Bar. It was laid back and cool and we had fun. We also found out that Julie's trip is getting cut a few weeks short of her scheduled two months because her grandfather died and she's going home. I think. I'm not entirely sure, I believe most of the things in that situation are still up in the air...

Sunday was church as normal this time. In the afternoon, there was another performance, this one linking Geli's hip-hop dance group with the Artistik AG a sort of circus and juggling club at Mörike Gymnasium (that's the school I attend, in case you're wondering). It was much better than on Saturday, incorporting some "modern circus" flavors (eerie music, strange dress for a circus i.e. tuxedos or flowing white dresses) with more modern hip-hop dance moves. I brought my camera, but I didn't want to turn on my flash, and therefore none of the pictures turned out, unfortunately.

Monday is today. I overslept on accident, didn't have breakfast, and our class had to work two hours in the school garden on the first Monday of the year to earn a Hitzefrei, as well as the first on which our gym class was already cancelled. Turned out to be a fairly rotten day overall (hence the title, what bad luck!) but nothing is bringing me down from those AP grades. I also found out that there will sadly be little chance of me giving this presentation on Brainerd due to scheduling conflicts, so my great thanks to everyone laboring to get pictures for me, but they will unfortunately not be needed. Also, my great stash I pulled off the Dispatch is now practically useless, so I'm just as disappointed as you all are. Thanks anyway.

Mitch, ich hatte Bilder von dir schon genommen, ein mit Schnee und ein paar Landschaften. Ganz toll Fotographie! Danke schön für die anderen, aber ich brauchen sie jetzt leider nicht. Weiter, viel glück mit den Zähnen. Ich hab' diese Operation noch nie gehabt, und ich weiß nicht ob ich werd', aber hoffentlich wirst du rasch wieder heil.

I'm running out of witty introductions for the comments section, so we'll just skip to that:
I find that funny that WSN blocks blogs. It just shows how much they've caught on.
Okay anonymous. I'll have to assume you're one of the names I've already given, since I've basically narrowed down those with the shooting game in the basement. Today I'll say Taylor Streiff.
By the way, I didn't really go to that Harry Potter party. It was in Stuttgart, and I was just joking about attending. I'm fairly certain that the translators only get copies at the release of the English version, so it won't come out in German for another half year or so. The English version is being sold, since so many Germans speak English, but it's certainly not as big a deal over here. And no, I haven't heard a word from Matt. He supposedly comes back from Italy on like the 24th.
I know a few people haven't gotten scores back, there's a chance you guys messed something up with the system (i.e. didn't enter the same info on multiple tests or, more likely, between 10th and 11th grades). I DO know that Tay got his back, and that he fell just short of National AP Scholar, leaving the only valid possibility in my mind to Jennifer Dens.
Hey Tim, good to hear from you again; I know, my posts tend to get long sometimes. I'm sort of disappointed, I hope Mr. Hewitt's opinion of me doesn't drop drastically, but I'm definintely relieved that I got a 4 rather than a 3. Also, the gender ratio in our class is about 7:1 in the boys' favor, in case you were wondering...
By the way, I really loved Dad's sports coat. We were on the dinner cruise where I was wearing it. I went into the bathroom. Glancing to the right, I was stunned by an incredibly good-looking and sharp dressed fellow until I realized it was a mirror ;)

Some pictures of my teachers, for those of you who were wondering:
LINK
It'd be best if you opened two windows and referred back to this one for names.
Frau Amelung - Französich
Herr Bürkle - Mathe 10 and Physik
Frau Dockhorn - Englisch. She's not on the site, but you can find a pic of her here. Just kidding ;)
Herr Horlacher - Chemie 11
Herr Hornberger - Sport
Herr Jünemann - Biologie
Herr Kunde - Mathe 12
Herr Oßwald - Chemie 10 und 12
Frau Reck-Fechter - Religion
Herr Reinhardt - Not my teacher ;)
Frau Scheuer - Deutsch
Herr Schüller - Spanisch. He looks funny clean shaven; normally he has a salt and pepper beard.

"Whenever the literary German dives into a sentence, that is the last you are going to see of him till he emerges on the other side of his Atlantic with his verb in his mouth."
- A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court