Winter and German; a Deadly Combination
Went back to school today, it was refreshing to return to some sort of intellectual stimulation after being lethargic for month. My philosophy teacher is a quirky, little man which also happens to be brilliant. Returned home after class to enjoy a few hour repreive before German. I have to interupt this thought pattern to add in that I hate winter. My car have frozen over, when I go outside my hands freeze, and all the paths to anything are lost beneath the white sands that now make up the icy wasteland called the Midwest.
After being at German class for less than minutes, I knew signing up for it was what some philosophers would call, " a huge ass mistake." The majority of the people in the class do not know any German, so naturally the teacher's style is to speak to us only exclusivly in the language and then expect us to repsond....In German! Figures that the Germans wouldn't give any leway for learning their language. After two hours of staring at a person speaking to me in a language I am unable to comprehend with a look on my face that is a hybrid of stupification and horror we get leave into the arms of SCREAMING ARCTIC DOOM. On my wau home, I noticed that the roads have ceased to exist and are now covered with an eerie mist which means that either we are in the process of being snowed in, or Lake County is being invaded by ghosts. There is nothing more disconcerting than not being able to know where the hell the road is! That's enough ranting about the evils of snow and the language of the Rhine for one night, it's time to indulge in the sin of World of Warcraft, that game is so fucking cool.
After being at German class for less than minutes, I knew signing up for it was what some philosophers would call, " a huge ass mistake." The majority of the people in the class do not know any German, so naturally the teacher's style is to speak to us only exclusivly in the language and then expect us to repsond....In German! Figures that the Germans wouldn't give any leway for learning their language. After two hours of staring at a person speaking to me in a language I am unable to comprehend with a look on my face that is a hybrid of stupification and horror we get leave into the arms of SCREAMING ARCTIC DOOM. On my wau home, I noticed that the roads have ceased to exist and are now covered with an eerie mist which means that either we are in the process of being snowed in, or Lake County is being invaded by ghosts. There is nothing more disconcerting than not being able to know where the hell the road is! That's enough ranting about the evils of snow and the language of the Rhine for one night, it's time to indulge in the sin of World of Warcraft, that game is so fucking cool.