-BIG SIGH- and I'm gonna blog about my problems...

WARNING: THIS WHOLE BLOG IS JUST ME COMPLAINING AND VENTING, SO IF YOU ARE DEPRESSED OR PRONE TO SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, DON'T READ THIS- IT'LL JUST MAKE YOU MORE DEPRESSED.

SO, where do I start...

Firstly, I am definetly feeling the withdrawal sensation from American life, know to most as homesickness, and as if it were a just a spite from a torturer, the friggen hundreds (over exaggerated, but still, probably 15 a day) emails from friends, family, military representatives, colleges, and random subscriptions from years past, are definelty not helping. Now, this is not an exaggeration, 5 out of 6 emails are BAD NEWS. Such as...

You need to fill out these online applications, copy these forms print them, fill them out, scan and or fax them back to six different individuals in only blue ink, and if its wrong, were gonna make you do it again, write 600 essays for the military and these colleges and the senators and the congress woman and I prolly shouldn't be writing this on the internet... but I am.

I am so sick of these emails, and I would not check it, but I get important "time sensitive emails" through it all the time. Okay, maybe it's just me, but what is it with every person in authority giving me one friggin week to get a whole crap-load of stuff done. seriously I can show you at least 12 emails in my inbox including the words "you have one week to comply" or "hurry and do this fast, or you wont be eligible" or something very similar.

Seriously though, if that isn't very bad, then I should tell you about my hand. So, the other day, I was mountain biking through the forest when out of nowhere a large log jumped into the path, while I was on a steep decline, going very fast, in the mud. Needless to say, I couldn't really swerve, or brake hard, I just kinda had to hit it. Anyways, a split second and a wholly crap moment later, I had completed a face plant, and subsequently landed on my right hand, which was doing some fancy acrobatics (bending the wrong way) on the ground.

De tout Facon, a small hospital visit, and a whole lotta left handed writing later, my hand is still sprained and I am trying to keep up in geography class... can you see where this is headed, because I didn't at the time, but its quite obvious now. The professor says something out of the blue (which is the hardest, because I'm not prepared), and its really fast, without enunciation and thus incomprehensible for me. Immediately, everyone in the class starts writing very intensively. Totally clueless, I look around the class to try to figure out whats going on when the Geo prof notices my... not-writingness.

Now, this would would almost be a momentous occasion, had it not been so utterly humiliating, and pathetic. That day marked the first day in my life, in any language, that I have ever been told that "If you don't stop slacking off in class, I am going to have to make you leave" immediately followed by a "totally clueless about what to write" gaze from me, and then a lecture about how Swiss schools are for students who want to learn from my trusty Geotorturer(i'ts a compound word, look it up). (keep in mind, that I add in humor for interesting reading purposes, but these stories are NOT EXAGGERATED)

All in all, at the end of.... whatever week it is now, I am very homesick and depressed, which I am still hesitant to write on the internet, but I am going to do it because this is a record of the bad times, as well as the good. I am happy to report that this week when I was thinking "I need a Vacation" my prayers were answered later that day, when my host parents announced we will be going to Europapark, followed by a two week sebaticle from school. YEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSSSSS (screaming yes while laughing, in case you were wondering)

This is Daniel, prematurely saying TGIF, Catch y'all later!