So last week was a lot of fun staying at my friend's house. Partially because I wasn't with my host family. I don't remember Saturday right now. Sunday was fun, I may or may not have pictures. Basically I liked Allan's dad and sister way more than I like Sascha or Allan. And Monday we got mad at each other. I have pictures from my adventure to Christiania today with my Danish class.
But mainly, the point of this entry is to let everyone know that I'm hopefully going to see the housing people tomorrow about getting moved because we had the "it's not working out" talk tonight after dinner. I'm not happy here. They know that. And I'm starting to take it out on them. Right now I just feel like I failed. If I can't get along with them, how am I ever going to survive the Peace Corps for 27 months?
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