Stinky Cheese

So yesterday I went to Ikea with my new friend Conor. I'll spare you the details, because, as it turns out, Ikea is remarkably similar here. I ended up buying a new trash can, a towel, some new sheets, blah blah blah. 

Today was my first real day of classes. I went to class yesterday, and only had to do an oral interview (auf Deutsch, natürlich) and placed into the equivalent of German 102, which is perfect since my last year of 101. And then after my midterm exam, it turns into 201...Hopefully I'll swim, and not sink. There are 10 people in my class! It's amazing. I haven't had a class that small since high school, and my teacher seems nice. I have the class for 3 hours a day Monday-Thursday. We played a game akin to musical chairs, but apparently the German name for it is "a trip to Jerusalem."

Yesterday I had lunch at the Veggie Mensa, and it was a lot more manageable than the giant one. It had better food, too! Today we ate at a Turkish sandwich stand near the mall. Then I had the class I've really been looking forward to: Art and Dictatorship. My professor seems awesome! I think I'm really going to enjoy the course.

Currently I'm dining on a grilled cheese. I bought two new cheeses from the market last night and I opened the scarier looking one just a few minutes ago, and excuse me for what I'm about to say, but it smelled like a fart. Not in an immature way. It smelled like a real life, human fart. Gross. Did I try it anyway? Yes. And do you know what it tasted like? Fart. I decided to go with the second of the cheeses for my sandwich.

For the next post, I'm going to start an ongoing list of all the things I've noticed about Germany that's different than the US. I think it'll be a good read.