The rest of my classes and a fight for cookies

This morning, when my alarm went off at 6:45 I was SO SO SO not happy to be waking up for an 8 am. After a wonderful theater class until 8 last night (I get to go see 6 plays this semester for free!) and a conversation with my host mom about her 3 week trip to Buenos Aires in late October (WhAt!?!?!), the last thing I wanted to do was get out of my warm cozy bed. But alas, I did.

I went to Pop Culture this morning and while the professor is really nice I just don't think I have a great enough interest in the subject. I mean don't get me wrong, I think the whole green hair, think black eyeliner, punk stuff is really cool, just not my style.

Then I went to my German class. As you might recall I placed into the 2nd class which is fine and well but I went to the class today and it was REALLY REALLY easy so I talked to my old teacher and I'm trying to do a switcheroo into the top level. Now, if I switch I'm going to be in WAY OVER MY HEAD. But being the overachiever I am (and considering I came here to learn German), I really would rather be the worst in a class than the best.

And then I had German and Jews which is obviously going to be really interesting. And I'm so excited to be taking a class like this and talk about something more beside the Holocaust. We will obviously spend a lot of time talking about it but we are also going to discuss the relationship between the Germans and Jews long before the Holocaust, the time leading up to the Holocaust, and then finally how the Holocaust has effected the relationship.

So, after class I made a quick run to the Turkish Market with Perry and Juanita and the stangest thing EVER happened on the U-bahn. First of all, nobody talks on the U-bahn. NOBODY. But Juanita was eating some cookies and a homeless man approached her and asked her for one. She gave it to him and he walked away and then we went on with our business. But then, right before his stop we came back and asked for two more. Again, annoying but no big deal. She gave him the cookies and then we here this screaming. There were two guys sitting behind us - one was deaf and the other had down-syndrome. We turned around to see the deaf man getting ready to beat the tar out of the homeless man as the homeless man was shoving the cookie into the little boys face. The train stopped at the next station (sketchy, sketchy Kotbusser Tor) and the homeless man got off. I talked to the deaf man (he had a hearing aid but had some speech impairments so it was REALLY difficult)a nd told hm that the cookie was safe it eat and that it was from us...reading over this it doesn't sound as bizarre and outrageous as it actually was.

But anyway, I bought what felt like everything in sight at the Market and am now sitting down to do homework. I'm still trying to decide whether I want to go to small group tonight. It takes me over an hour to get there and its raining and I have alot of work...but we'll see!