It was pretty obvious once class starts that I'm one of two exchange students in the room. The other girl was from Germany, so when the professor asks if there are any native English speakers in the room, I alone slowly raise my hand up. He then asks what my name is, which results in everyone turning in my direction. Yup, hello everyone. So I tell him my name, and he then designates me as the person to go to if anyone has questions about English. Great plan, considering they all can probably form a better sentence than I can. At least they (hopefully) won't notice my strong Wisconsin accent, with subtle hints of Canadian, because other Americans around here sure have.
That class, my only one for the day, ended, but my day was just beginning. Good lord, it felt like I did so much today. A few of us went to open bank accounts on campus for various reasons. We stroll in thinking this will just take a few minutes, we'll sign some stuff, and we'll be good. Yeah, I don't even remember how long we were in there. I felt bad for the young woman helping us. We probably seemed like the least competent people ever. We'd write something wrong, or be confused about something else, or forget to check some box. There seemed to be an unending number of pages in the packets we had to fill out, and we apparently couldn't do anything right. She smiled through it all, but I bet that smile got a lot bigger once we left. Anyways, we then attempted to find the place on campus to pick up my SIM card. Naturally, that wasn't easy either, but I managed to get it after walking completely in a loop and asking (having Jen ask) some guy nearby at another phone place where to go. I still don't even know if it's working properly, but I'll deal with that tomorrow.
So we then take to the streets to find the two girls I'm with somewhere to get some kind of phone plan/service for themselves. We go to one place, and they tell us to go to another branch nearby. So we go, and they tell us to go somewhere else. At that point we called it quits and found somewhere to get coffee (not like it was hard since cafes are everywhere here). Today it was Namu Cafe, where the drinks and honey bread were quite good. I also may or may not have answered the worker's question with "Si," I don't know why I suddenly thought I was in Mexico, but it was definitely super embarrassing.
So sweet, but so good! (Don't worry, we split it three ways). |
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