That's a snouter

I ended up playing football with the guys at my internat on Wednesday. I'm fairly certain when Nicky asked if I wanted to play and I agreed he thought I was joking. There were a few surprised faces when I wandered onto the field anyway, followed by a cry of "Frauen Power!" I particularly enjoyed that the one time someone tried to tackle me he was pretty much warned away by the rest of the boys because they're not allowed to hurt girls. (I probably should have abused that a little bit in hindsight) It was fun. I somehow got grass absolutely everywhere though. Now I'm not an idiot and I'd expect to tramp in a little bit of grass from the field but even after I changed/took off my shoes etc. I was still getting grass in abundance all over my floor, bed, room... You'd think I had been hiding a haystack in my hair or something.

Anyway, since then, I've learnt a few names and a few of the boys now say hi whenever they see me which is nice. Turns out some of them go to my schools. Whether I teach any of them is another matter entirely. That sounds really bad doesn't it! I found this out by ending up walking to school with one boy on Thursday. I felt kinda bad because that obviously meant we arrived together. His friends were outside and it's not the coolest thing in the world to arrive with the TA, even if it is me ;) One of the nuns started telling me how wonderful she thought it was that I'd gone and played and how I'd done such a good job doing the ladies proud. Brilliantly priceless.
Thursday night I headed down to Feldkirch. We didn't go out but stayed in playing 'Pass the pigs' and having a few bevvies. I won the game. I'm clearly awesome. I have no idea if we stayed up late at all, it ended up being just Mackenzie and I chatting about all sorts of things. The next morning Helen and I made our way back to Bregenz. I was shattered for the whole day. I think I did some shopping or something. Either way it ended, I much appreciated spending the evening chilling out at the intenat. 

I chose to spend Saturday in Lindau, which is just across the German border. It's a quaint little town and I was rather excited to learn you can rent pedalos. If not, there were a stupid amount of people who own a pedalo. I must find people to do this with. I had a rather lovely afternoon on my little exploration. I bought the first postcards of my trip so far. I'm normally much more on the postcard ball. Here just doesn't seem postcard worthy though. (Even though it is very lovely!) 

I would have been well up for staying in with a DVD, but Saturday night I ended up in Feldkirch with Xan, Kieran and Droid for a while. Lots of wine, lots of drawing ; mostly on Kieran  . Here's a beautiful example>>  . This is a scale of Heaven's penthouse to what originally stopped at Hell's basement [I think] but got extended to include Stockport, somewhere here and finally Xan's. Bit harsh really! I feature up around heaven apparently :D. Happily, I escaped with only my name, the Loch Ness monster and a lighter. There was also quite a bit of table football. I'm not entirely rubbish any more! I'm not sure how to best describe the night - random is probably most apt.  I felt oddly bouncy yesterday morning given the lack of sleep. Caught up with me later in the day though. And this morning. I was so, so tired. It didn't help that I turned up to a class where I wasn't expected to be. Twice. The first class, she had gotten the days confused and thought I was in her class on Wednesday. The second one though... Turns out the teachers had arranged a swap but failed to inform me of this. I ended up staying in the class I thought I was in and halfway through being chased down by a student and who may have been the principle. I am not a mind reader. I can't second guess which class I'm wanted in as well as what I'm expected to teach. I might be good at my job but that's just too much!