September 19th and 20th

Hi guys!

I'm just going to post this blog in English and in Dutch, because I need to get used to using both of those languages. And try not to lose one of them. I apologise for any spelling mistakes, but my head is really full right now.

So: my third day -well, actually my second full day- is coming to an end now. The last two days have been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, but I've got a feeling everything will turn out just fine. But I'm also sure it'll be hard.

The day I arrived, September 19th, I basically spent the rest of my evening unpacking and decorating my room, to make it as cosy as possible- which, I'm proud to say, worked out nicely. As my father was still in town, I grabbed a bite with him instead at my dining room. {Hey, if you have the choice between a restaurant and a college hall, the choice isn't that hard.} I was extremely tired, so I slept twelve {!} hours, until 1o a.m., and was still tired when I finally got out of bed. So I did what every reasonable person would do: go to the nearest Starbucks and get myself hooked on some good coffee.

I spent the first full day on buying all kinds of necessary stuff, like a notebook, an agenda, a bin that's way too pink for my bathroom, and so on. And some chewing gum of course. I need a fresh breath after all.
{I also bought fruit. Which I can't eat anymore. Because the fridges in my pantry are so cold that my raspberries and apples were frozen. As in: you can't put your teeth in them because they're so hard and ice cold. Yeah. Got to love those fridges here}

After all that shopping, I went to the dining room at my hall. I met this guy Charlie in the lift and immediately made a fool of myself while trying to push my way through the dining room door while the big red sign on it obviously said pull. See, I am making so many friends already.

Anyhow: I got my veggie lasagna and then the worst part came. Standing in the middle of that room, seeing all those tables with groups like 'the Asians', 'the postgrads', 'the cool kids' etc. And then there was me. Should I try and sit with the Asians? Nah, too blond for that. The postgrads? Nah, too young for that. The cool kids? Nah, too new - and socially incapable- for that. So I just picked the table where two equally confused and scared looking girls were sitting. Surprise, they were international freshers too. And that's how we started 'the international students who don't know anyone here'-table. And there was much rejoicing.