Never at home...

Life feels so normal here, but when I stop and think about it, none of this would ever happen at home. Take yesterday, for instance:

I woke up around 10:30, even though it was a thurs and I had school. Around 11, my 11 year old host sister came home, and when I asked her why she was home so early, she said her teacher was sick so school was can canceled. We hung out for a couple hours, and after lunch I left for school.

I hopped on the first bus that passed my stop, which happened to be my favorite bus, Dugave, which goes all the way to my school so I don't have to switch to the tram. I don't know all the buses, yet, so my strategy for getting to school involves getting on any random bus that passes and hoping it takes me where I want to go. (I only ride for 2 stops, so most of them do. I did learn, however, not to ride the Lanište bus)

When I arrived at school, I looked around for my classmates. I don't understand how they know where to go; our classes are in a different order every day of the week, and the classrooms seem to change, as well. So I follow my classmates.

Our first class was math, followed by music history, then I had french with one of the other classes. After that, we were supposed to have art hist, but it got changed to math. Since we'd already had math, every one, including the math teacher went to the cafe thing and hung out for the period. Then we had physics, and then Kesley and I took off because we had places to be later.

We got into town early, so we called one of the other exchange students, Mikayla, and got some food. Then Kelsey left for her ballet class and Mikayla came with me to tango.

It took me a good hour to get home by tram and bus. I think I could almost walk faster! I like the buses, but I'm beginning to hate trams. Then I read for a little while and went to bed.