
Week to was the week that would make or break us. Chuck had already switched to a new class because he was having trouble with his teachers teaching style. I was feeling more and more like I was falling behind the rest of the class, or at least, like they knew something that I didn't. It was a rough week.
By week two, I had gone on night walks by myself around Ilmenau. So, I though that I knew the city pretty well. The most visited place was, by far, Kaufland. It was like the one stop shop. Anything that you needed, you could find in that place.
The locals all seemed to take us as a grain of salt. They didn't seem accomodating or friendly. They didn't seem standoffish or mean either. They just seemed indifferent with a hint of curiousity.
The second week is the week where I think I began to hear German and more quickly translate in my mind what was being said, instructed and what was going on around me. The only thing that frustrated me was that I had all of these words that I was hearing and understanding, but I didn't know how to use them myself. That is super frustrating. The only way that I could cope was by using as much English as the teachers and the people to whom I was speaking to would allow me to use. Sometimes, it worked and at others, it didn't. My free time activities that week were going to the Stundentin clubs in the evening and during the day I would go to the computer lab or stay in the room and listen to some music. I would listen to Chuck talk about his relationship and give him some feedback. Most nights they usually had something for us to do, so I did whatever they had planned, until it was time for the club. By this time you usually had some kind of routine down. Very little of what you did after class switched from day to day. We are creature of habit, afterall.



