Business as usual

Since it is already the 8th of december, tomorrow I have exactly one more week left of this amazing experience. Of course I also miss my Dutch family and friends, so I'm looking forward to see them again, but to be honest leaving this school is really a pity. I mean it would be perfect if this school would just move to Holland, and I bet most of you guys out there won't mind to stay in Amsterdam for a while ;). (Yes my friends, there are people out there in the world who think "legal weed and prositutes are heaven".)

The thing I probably won't miss is the little school bus. After already five weeks, I just seem to still can't cope with those. Every morning it is a rush to get to the busstop,  then I have to wait in the cold while listening to the conversation of two tacky girls from some other school whose daily interest appear to be fake eyelashes and sigarrets, since that's all they ever seem to talk about. So that is basically the first phase of my whole buss ritual in the morning. The next thing, which is probably my least favourite, is getting on the bus itself. Every morning I have the same struggle of even opening the door, get in properly, and closing that slide door, which apparently doesn't like me very much since I am always emberassed if some younger kid has to do it for me. To make it even worse, last week when I finally managed to get inside the bus, I actually sat on a first former. Yes, you've just read that correctly: I was so enthousiastic that I finally got in properly that I leaned backwards and literally dropped down, but I knew something was not right when I heard the teeny tiny 11 year old boy squeake under me - Once again, extremely awkward. Fortunately all the other kids in the bus were so busy laughing that they got rid of their morning moodiness right away.

So yes, next time when I'm back in dreary old Holland, being all grumpy on my worn-out bike on my way to school, I'll just have to think back of my exciting morning ritual and maybe then I'll even start loving my bike. Okay let's not exagerrate, that moment will probably never happen.

I think I will also miss my host family, they've been extremely nice to me. And lets not forget the people at school who made me feel like I was just in my own school again. With only a few days left, lets make them count shall we!