I just finished my Saturday evening dinner. Steak with pasta and a glass of wine. I must say it was rather appetizing. I would have preferred to have cooked it on the grill, but my apartment doesn't come equipped with one sadly. It was good. I only wish I was out and about socializing among Aachen's youth, listening to music, having some cocktails. However I'm house ridden.
You see, it appears as though on Thursday I developed, dare I say, a foot aliment. I believe its a corn. Its actually rather quite embarrassing. When I hear of the word corn, I automatically think of old women in pumps telling someone to rub them. Gross. Nobody will come near my corn. I had to go to the pharmacy yesterday and tell the pharmacist that I had, now get this a "chicken eye" on my foot. The German word for corn is Hühneraugen. Am I the only person who thinks this is a bit silly? Where do they get this from? I got some medicine for it and its beginning to be bearable. Perhaps in the morning it will be down to normal. I've not been quite mobile because of this and haven't done much the past few days because I need to stay off my foot.
In Germany one is required to separate his/her trash into several categories. Plastics (gelbesäcke) including wrappers, saran wrap etc. Paper, regular trash and then bio- müll (food scraps). At first I thought that this was an absolutely ridiculous requirement. Sans recycling I've never separated my food scraps or put saran wrap in a separate container. However, I've noticed now how much these random, recyclable items actually do take up in our trash. The food scraps alone are rather serious. Then the plastic ware, which I suppose is all recycled again is another huge amount. I'm impressed with the Germans. I've only had to take my trash out once since I've been in the house because everything has been divided. Its rather surprising.
Tomorrow will be lesson planning day. I'll shleck my books to a cafe, drink a cappucino or eight and lesson plan for the next week. I'm taking on a new student and a new Intensive Business English class. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Well, I'm not sure how I feel about any of it. I also really have to be more creative with my Dover, basic English class. I'm afraid I'm not the best teacher at that level. Sadly it appears as though I will not be having any Saturday's off in the near future. This upsets me. I'm going to try and get the weekend of November 1st off. The first is a holiday here in Germany and if I could I would like to go to Dresden if I can work it out.
1 comment:
chicken eye sounds grosser (more gross) than corn...
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