20:24 03-03-2004 life´s just normal again......
hi everyone!!
big stress is over, everything´s just normal again!!!!!!
at school we just do the same things as we always do, but well at the moment some of us are concerned with our dancing workshop. it´s really interesting and tough, much harder than it was last year, because this year our teacher has chosen songs none of us knew, so it´s a little ifficult to get used to them but we´re trying. those who´re not trying are a little problem, because they might mess up everything!!
i have to confess that i had problems too, last friday because when i was in saalbach they changed a lot and i was like: "what the hell´s goin´on ???" but by know i think that i got it!!
for all of you who have been waiting for it: here´s a new part of my story!!
enjoy it
love
sunnygirl
"Now we had to wait for the tram and our teacher told us to get out at the 5th station. The tram inside looked almost the same in vienna, no seats were left so we went to the back of the wagon, sat on our suitcases and counted the stations. Some older people who heard us talking and didn´t understand us looked at us as if we were aliens, but we didn´t pay them any attention. There were more important things to se, at least for one of us. I think after the 4th station we suddenly passed the football stadion and Gerald was like over the moon when he saw it. For us girls that wasn´t really interesting.
After we had got out of the tram we had the next little problem, which just waited to be solved. The street where the tram had stopped wasn´t quite the street in which the apartments where. The owner of that house had given our teacher a description of how to get there and she even had a little map, but it didn´t really fit with reality and our teacher couldn´t remember the description exactely. We looked each other into the face, shook our heads, just as if we knew that this wasn´t the last problem we´d have on this journey, there´d be many others but somehow we had expected that anyway, our teacher has never been a talent for organising things. Why should it now be different?? We couldn´t do anything so we stood there like ordered and not picked up and watched our teacher how she tried to talk to several people, to old ones as well as young ones, but there was one interesting difference: to the old people she talked in russian and a little bit in czech (as far as she knew it) and with the young people she spoke english. Later when she knew where to go she told us, that most of the old people speak russian quite well and the young learnt english at school, just like we do. while we were walking to the apartments Hannni asked me whether she could put her bag, which had no little wheels on ist bottom and which ws rather hard to carry, on my suitcase, because mine was rather comfortable with it´s wheels. With one bag over the other we continued and finally reached the house, where the apartments were.
From outside it didn´t quite look like that, but once you stepped in it was rather nice, not like we had expected it to be, because they were rather cheap. Our apartment was on the second floor and we put the suitcases into the elevator and went upstairs. The apartment i shared with Agnes and Hanni was number 10, the one of Nadine, Gerald and Schuh was not far away and the others lived one floor above us. When we went in we were shocked, but in a positve way: the flat was really beautiful, we had never even tried to expect something like that. It was almost to great to leave it again. We had a little kitchen, a bathroom with toilet a little corridor and a big room with 2 beds, a couch, which would be the third bed, a table and 4 chairs.
Agnes and i took the beds and Hanni would sleep on the couch. After we had put our suitcases into the living room – we had decided not to unpack them- our teacher came to tell us how much we had to pay for the apartment and when we´d leave.
We had some time to relax so i used it to put some things out of my backpack, which i´d not need for the walk through the city and i also finished the present for my host student. Hanni was writing to her boyfriend, for some reason that didn´t work quite well and Agnes started to write a little diary."
big stress is over, everything´s just normal again!!!!!!
at school we just do the same things as we always do, but well at the moment some of us are concerned with our dancing workshop. it´s really interesting and tough, much harder than it was last year, because this year our teacher has chosen songs none of us knew, so it´s a little ifficult to get used to them but we´re trying. those who´re not trying are a little problem, because they might mess up everything!!
i have to confess that i had problems too, last friday because when i was in saalbach they changed a lot and i was like: "what the hell´s goin´on ???" but by know i think that i got it!!
for all of you who have been waiting for it: here´s a new part of my story!!
enjoy it
love
sunnygirl
"Now we had to wait for the tram and our teacher told us to get out at the 5th station. The tram inside looked almost the same in vienna, no seats were left so we went to the back of the wagon, sat on our suitcases and counted the stations. Some older people who heard us talking and didn´t understand us looked at us as if we were aliens, but we didn´t pay them any attention. There were more important things to se, at least for one of us. I think after the 4th station we suddenly passed the football stadion and Gerald was like over the moon when he saw it. For us girls that wasn´t really interesting.
After we had got out of the tram we had the next little problem, which just waited to be solved. The street where the tram had stopped wasn´t quite the street in which the apartments where. The owner of that house had given our teacher a description of how to get there and she even had a little map, but it didn´t really fit with reality and our teacher couldn´t remember the description exactely. We looked each other into the face, shook our heads, just as if we knew that this wasn´t the last problem we´d have on this journey, there´d be many others but somehow we had expected that anyway, our teacher has never been a talent for organising things. Why should it now be different?? We couldn´t do anything so we stood there like ordered and not picked up and watched our teacher how she tried to talk to several people, to old ones as well as young ones, but there was one interesting difference: to the old people she talked in russian and a little bit in czech (as far as she knew it) and with the young people she spoke english. Later when she knew where to go she told us, that most of the old people speak russian quite well and the young learnt english at school, just like we do. while we were walking to the apartments Hannni asked me whether she could put her bag, which had no little wheels on ist bottom and which ws rather hard to carry, on my suitcase, because mine was rather comfortable with it´s wheels. With one bag over the other we continued and finally reached the house, where the apartments were.
From outside it didn´t quite look like that, but once you stepped in it was rather nice, not like we had expected it to be, because they were rather cheap. Our apartment was on the second floor and we put the suitcases into the elevator and went upstairs. The apartment i shared with Agnes and Hanni was number 10, the one of Nadine, Gerald and Schuh was not far away and the others lived one floor above us. When we went in we were shocked, but in a positve way: the flat was really beautiful, we had never even tried to expect something like that. It was almost to great to leave it again. We had a little kitchen, a bathroom with toilet a little corridor and a big room with 2 beds, a couch, which would be the third bed, a table and 4 chairs.
Agnes and i took the beds and Hanni would sleep on the couch. After we had put our suitcases into the living room – we had decided not to unpack them- our teacher came to tell us how much we had to pay for the apartment and when we´d leave.
We had some time to relax so i used it to put some things out of my backpack, which i´d not need for the walk through the city and i also finished the present for my host student. Hanni was writing to her boyfriend, for some reason that didn´t work quite well and Agnes started to write a little diary."