From Canada to Switzerland!: Tuesday's are lonely

Instead of dreading Monday’s like most people do, I dread Tuesday’s. This is because I have a three hour break in the middle of the day at school. Normally that would be fine if I lived close to the school and could go home for lunch or if my class had the same break but they don’t. They have Spanish and French and because it is already hard enough learning German, I am not supposed to go to the other language classes as I will probably become extremely confused and I understand that. But I must admit, having three hours in the middle of the day is not fun – especially not alone – but is rather boring and lonely. I don’t want to sit around in the cafeteria for that long and I find myself even more tired after the break than I was before. Today I decided to make a trip into downtown Solothurn because I needed to visit my phone carrier (my phone would receive, but not send texts) and I needed a pair of shoes that weren’t canvas or sandals (poor planning and packing on my part). So I took the bus after my last morning class and wandered around the downtown area for a little while. I got my phone fixed, bought a pair of shoes (which my host dad insists were made by the Canadian Indians…) and purchased some cue cards so I can make flash cards of German verbs (nerdy, I know). Although I tried to take my time shopping, I was bored after an hour and was alone with not a lot to do. All I really wanted to do was sleep, but that obviously wasn’t an option. I walked along the water for a little while and then decided to forgo the bus and walk back to school in hopes of not only getting exercise, but also killing some time. It took me about 20 minutes to walk back to school and when I got there my class was on lunch so I went and sat with them. They were all studying for Physics, so once again, I was a little lonely but I dealt with it.

When I got home from school today I told my host parents about the situation and they agreed with me that it is not very good nor beneficial to me to have such a long break in the middle of the day. My host mom said that she would call around and see if there was a course or language class that I could attend instead and I’m hoping she finds something!

At dinner tonight my host sister was very fidgety so my host mom decided it would be a good idea to play Jenga after. I warned them that I am not very good at Jenga, but I don’t think they fully understood until we started playing…haha. We played for about an hour and it was really fun – except that I was usually the one to make the tower fall over. My host dad would always grab the most important piece of the tower making me almost destined to make it fall. Everyone enjoyed it and it was definitely a great way to end a difficult and lonely day – with family and laughs. Perfect.