It is monday and I am sitting in the train with all my classmates (only 16). We are all “really” excited to go where we are going. This week we will have a “week of study”. Our goal is to create a news paper about the town we are going to, called Kreuzlingen. We paired up into groups of two and each group has to write a reportage about a subject. For example: “Kreuzling and Economics” or “Water supply of Kreuzling” and so on. Everybody had to write a reportage BUT me and my partner! We got lucky! Our goal was to create like a trailer of the news paper which will be presented on a parent meeting before we hand out the news paper. (This wasn’t my idea!)
After a for Swiss standards long train ride which was about two hours (Please don’t laugh! It is really long, considering you can drive through the whole country in about four hours. So the trip was actually half through the States to have the proportions) after those two hours we arrive Kreuzlingen. The house we are going to sleep seems to be really comfortable and the people who cook seem to be real chefs. The rest of the day we are walking through Kreuzling, start our researches and the teacher pays a round of ice cream! I take a huge glass of strawberry ice. Delicious!
My partner (Ricardo) and me are filming the whole week. Funny moments, hard working students, people answering questions, the lake and stuff we shouldn’t film. But at least we reach more or less our goal of the week. The others are working and researching everyday. Well everyday is really enthusiastic, because we had so much time to do our work, that most of the time we played around and went shopping and swimming in the lake. We even go and watch hangover in the movie theater near by. But I think most of the groups are in the timeline and will finish their project till the end.
The funniest evening is like always the last night. We can go out till midnight but we don’t exactly know what to do with this time, because there is not a whole lot to do in Kreuzling on a thursday night. Since I don’t know most of my classmates for long time. I suggest to do a “getting-to-know-each-other-round”. Of course it was more a stupid joke than serious, but the other think it is a good idea and we end up sitting around a table. I almost can’t hold me laugh. I decide only the one zlaticko.com with the fruit can talk and the others only can ask questions about him. A friend of mine starts and we get to know the whole round till the fruit comes back to me. After hobbies we made a secound turn about future plans and parents job. The “getting-to-know-round” comes out to be really interesting. After all we are having a lot of fun this night.
At 12 o’clock me and the boys leave the girl’s room and go back to our chamber. We don’t go to bed. We are planning more stupid stuff. After a while our room looks more like a cave for crazy monkeys then a silent bedroom. Seriously we are so loud the whole night. We are throwing stuff around and screaming like something I don’t even know. The room must be really good isolated than luckily no teacher wakes up. Really good isolated, because it is so loud that nobody finds one minute of sleep this night.
But hey, what would be a camp without crazy last night?
PS: While I was writting this entry I was really tired, so please tell me if something sounds really stupid