Winding Down

Classes for this semester are all done. Now all that is left is one final exam per class next week. I’m not really worried about the Accounting exam. The German exam doesn’t bother me too badly either. The Economics exam has me rather worried, but the Anthropology exam—it has me terrified. Have I mentioned recently that I hate that class?

Jutta and Greta

Yesterday, Kris & I performed the skit that we had to write for our German class. Quite frankly, we were scared and contemplated taking the penalty for not performing--a 5% hit. But not having taken our final exams and knowing the outcome of those found us sucking it up and practicing our skit on Sunday afternoon.

We went over and performed it for Mom and Jolene. It was a disaster. Fits of laughing combined with a bit of embarrassment at our sorry acting skills just aren't conducive to feeling confident about giving a performance in front of your classmates. I so prefer to maintain my dignity.

Once in class, two other skits were performed before ours but we pretty much didn't "get" them because we couldn't even understand them. Our turn came and we performed. For about three or four minutes Kris became Jutta and I became Greta. We each had one brain hiccup in which one had to prompt the other but overall it went quite smoothly considering the amount of time we invested in practicing.

We ended our skit with a surprise "schputt" of our teacher. It brought the house down, including our teacher. As we walked back to our seats, one of my favorites in the class, a Bosnian girl, told Mr. S to "give them an A." Turning to us she said, "You deserve an A just for that."

After class, Mr. S asked me where I got my Irish accent. I asked him what he meant. He said that he was quite surprised to hear me speak German...with an Irish accent. I was quite dumbfounded. He even said that a German guy in our class turned to him and asked him if we were from Europe somewhere cause he thought that I sounded Irish. Kris & I are still puzzled about it because we think we pretty much speak the same and yet Kris sounded
"flat" and I sounded Irish. Strange.

Kris is convinced that it's a certain genetic quality coming out in my voice due to nervousness. I'm choosing to believe that's hogwash. I think I'll blame it on the red hair instead.