I am writing this literally minutes after returning from my German lessons. The lesson itself was fairly normal other than we had a new teacher. She was accompanied by her dog, a small rat like creature that she was clearly very fond of. We spent a small portion of the lesson discussing the dogs diarrhoea, which I have to admit didn't fascinate me at all. However in an attempt to expose us, the students, to German culture, the school arranged for us to go to typical German restaurant for Mittagessen. Harri, the Finn, who I truly believe is the devil incarnate, had barely set foot inside the restaurant before ordering ein Mass for him and his friends. Ein Mass is a 1 litre glass of beer. Some 15 minutes later I accused Harri of nursing his beer and even inquired if he had given it a name yet. Needless to say I ordered us another Mass each.
 |
| The partners in crime from my class. All the squids form other classes are out of shot. |
Mittagessen was enjoyable to say the least. Only the larrikins and the professionally challenged from my class attended and I am proud to say that, out of all the other classes, we were that loudest and most obnoxious people on the table (and the last to leave). Justin, who has the ignorance of youth coupled with the arrogance of being a white South African kept the conversation boiling. I can't begin to say how much I enjoyed sharing a meal und ein Bier with a Finn, an Argentinean, a Afrikaans and an American.
No comments:
Post a Comment