The sage meines Zimmers

Ok, so I owe everyone the amazing story if my room. The story is this. After lugging my horridly heavy suitcase up exactly 139 steps to the castle and into Kelsey's room (she is another Messiah BCA student, who was here for fall semester also, and who lives in the Schloß), I found out that I didnt have a room.

See, I was supposed to get Kelsey's room, but she was still in it, and even though she was going to move to a different room in the next few days, her Mitbewohnerin--her roommate--would be there until the middle of March or later.

So Kelsey took me to the other building across the cobblestone parking lot, up another 50 stairs or so (haven't counted those ones yet) to the top apartment, where the Collegium Philippinum's Gastzimmer--guest room--is. Guess what? There was already a Guest there! Only he wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be in his friend's room, who had left. Oops though, his friend was still there!

I did what any beliegered person would do; I dropped my bags and went and saw a monster movie.

It was actually a pretty crappy movie, unfortunately,--Don't see the Blair Witch style alien movie, whatever you do-- but when I got back to the Schloß, I had a room!

The only problem was that I still didn´t have a key to get into the building, so I was locked out. I hung my head in the middle of the foggy, dark, cobbelstone courtyard, and a tear trickled down my cheek...well, it would have, only I don´t know how to cry in german, so I just made frustrated grunting sounds. I went and buzzed kelsey's room, and her roommate answered the door, cutting off my feeble german 'ist Kelsey da...?' with a cold english 'no, she's gone.'

a little side note here. one of the most depressing things I have experienced here is Germans not giving me a chance to attempt to speak in German. It's not a great confidence booster when people cut you off and try and MAKE you speak your native tongue. I mean, was I that bad?

Anyway, I was able to bang on the director's door (who speaks very quickly, and baffels me, but is at least very nice and doesn't stop me from speaking German) and he lets me into my building. I stumble up the stairs, to find an empty room waiting for me. Wunderbar.

The next evening, I am again locked out, again, I buzz on Kelsey's door, again her roommate sends me to the director. Again, the wonderful, warm director jabbers at me at a million wordsa minute, and lets me into the building, saying something about a 'Schlüssel,' which I am able to gather is the German word for 'key.' Armed with this new vocabulary, I march up into the room to see if I can get such a Schlüssel. No one is there, so I sit down to read. A little while later, in comes one of the residents. He says something rapidly, extending his hand. I assume he is introducing himself, and though I have no idea what he just said his name was, I give him mine. He asks how I am doing (this time slower--something must have clicked that I'm no native), and I say fine, but a little confused, because I have no Schlüssel. No Schlüsse? he asks. That is terrible! So he procedes to search all over the apartment for the extra key. He can't find it, so he does the smart thing and Phones a Friend. friend can't help, but another friend walks through the door at that moment, and after a corus of 'keine Schlüssel,' he joins in the search. A girl walks in, and now there are three people looking, and me feeling very awkward about all the attention I'm getting.

At long last, the key is found, and everything is smiles and back-patting. I have a Schlüssel, and can join the ranks of the not-locked-out.

So that's my current posish. I'll write more later, but now it's time for Baguettes with Alex, the part of the show where Alex Becker comes out and feeds me his leftover Baguettes.

God made you special and he loves you very much! bye!