First Day of School (Like Kindy Again)

My first day of school in Germany was not as nerve-racking as I had expected, but probably because I was so tired from the bike ride to school. I guess I got eased into German school life, because in my first subject with Anja, Maths, they were doing the exact topic I had been doing in Australia. This means, that even though I could barely understand a thing my teacher was saying, (they speak so fast I can keep up), I could still do the work in class. The next class was even easier - English. In German class though, i gave up trying to understand the play they were analysing and did my own English work - better to do some work than stare at a wall all period.
Große Pause was next, and Anja abandoned me with some of her friends becasue she had to give tutoring. Her friends were very nice though, and together we battled through the swarms of people to find a seat in the caffeteria. /Side note: German highschool starts at year 5, so as well as the annoying sevies running around, there was also screaming 10 year olds under foot/. I managed to introduce vegemite to the others, which they found disgusting (I don't know how), and we bumped into the other stipi at my school, Matthew. When it was time for the next class, Matthew's host ditched him with us, so Matthew joined me and Katinka (one of Anja's friends) in another English class. I joined up with Anja after that, and said goodbye to Matthew. The last class Anja had, and therefore I had, was 'Jahrebuch' aka yearbook. It should be a fun class, because I've been asked to write an article (in German of course) about my school in Australia, and the differences etc. Basically I feel like in one of those teen movies with the montage about writing an article for the school newspaper, and how at the end of the journey the protagonist has some profound thing they learnt about life, and the final article is nothing like how it began. Maybe that will happen, but probably not...
Anyway. We rode home after school (after only 3 days my legs are killing me), and had lunch at some ungodly hour - 4:00 when her mother got home. /Another side note: it feels like we are always eating here - kleine Pause, große Pause, 20 minute breaks between classes for food, lunch, dinner, dessert...../
After attempting to do homework for a while, I went to volleyball practice with Anja. My arm still hurts from the 2 hours of attempting to hit the ball, because even after the coach patiently told me how to hit it properly many time, I still haven't mastered the simple act. (Que almost broken thumb).
I was so tired by the time I got home that I went straight to bed without any supper (and by that I mean I didn't have to eat dinner).
And so, my first day of German school contained nice people, lot's of food, and aching limbs.