Hi,

Wow, what an exhausting week! And it seems that the next week (or even weeks) will be exhausting as well...
Let me tell you about my weekend.
I was at my cousin’s house from Thursday to Saturday, together with my littler brother, Simon, 12. We went to the cinema, shopping and swimming – it was really fun!
On Saturday, then, I came home at about 6:20. I wanted to go to Hildesheim at 7:00 so I had like 40 minutes to have a shower, get dressed, for cosmetics etc. At Bodscheller (that’s where I have dancing lessons) we wanted to participate in a world record’s try (if that’s what you call it). They wanted as many Germans as possible to dance a certain ballroom dance, the cha-cha-cha, in the same time. Laura (my best friend), Kathi (a friend of ours and Laura’s dancing partner) and me were there at about 7:20. First, we had wanted to wait for Falk (another good friend of mine), but it was really cold (we were all wearing skirts or, in Kathi’s case, a dress), so we went in. After a few minutes we went out again to look if someone we knew was there – Falk was. He told me that Antonia, his usual dancing partner was stuck in a traffic jam and he wanted me to dance with him. Well, that’s what you call irony of fate… You have to know that Falk is a damn good dancer and a really good friend of mine. I’d been wishing that Antonia wasn’t able to come once for weeks – and now, where she was stuck on her way back from Portugal, I already HAD a partner: Kevin, a nice guy from my school. It was really confusing. You know, in those dancing lessons I’d always been standing in a corner, quite alone (not literally ), and now it was this way: I had Falk almost on his knees, begging me to dance with him, and Kevin on the other side – looking sad and lonely… it would have been quite mean to leave Kevin alone, after bringing him there (you see, he just had come there for me). So I told Falk to look for another partner (he finally found one, a nice-looking girl called Katja) and then I wanted to find out how good Kevin was at dancing. It came out that he just knew two steps of cha-cha-cha – and he had thought that was all! So we spent one hour teaching him the dance – and it wasn’t that bad after all. At 9:12, when everything was supposed to start, I was quite nervous, but afterwards I thought it could have been much worse. Okay, we had made a lot of mistakes, and we often had been too fast, but it could have been worse. MUCH worse.
The whole evening was a little confusing. Kevin had paid me a coke and gone to his classmates, then, and Falk was a little b i t c h y the rest of the evening. We were then picked up at 22:30.

But that’s not all…

We (Anna, Dajana, Falk and me) have to make a poster about Australia... it's like a project. We have to be ready at October 16, 2007.
On Wednesday, we’ll write a Russian test, and I still have to learn so many grammatical forms and endings… I don’t know whether it’ll work.
On Thursday, it’s this biology test about genetics. I don’t know anything about this, and I think I won’t get it until then. But that’s not the point, on Friday I'll have my last dancing lesson. And: I have never danced with my new dancing partner before... A week later, we'll have our final ball.
On Saturday it’s my mom’s birthday. Fortunately, I already have a present.
Then, on Sunday, I’m going to go to an interview with my exchange organisation… It mostly depends on that interview whether I’ll go to the USA… so, wish me good luck.

And what about your weekend?

See ya!
Kathi