Thank God For That!
This morning I did my German speaking exam, and I think I did OK. Now I’ve said that I’ll fail miserably, but that’s a fact of life. I suppose some good did come out of it, as I managed to miss half of English with Harding Mk 2 
Unfortunately, in my exam I was totally scared which resulted in me saying some incredibly random things. Now, any of you who actually know me will have realised by now that most of the stuff I say in German is relatively random, but I was desperately trying to avoid explaining how my pogo-stick got a puncture after I hit the trouserpress, due to the fact it came by bus, which was 20 minutes late. When you are sat in the exam, lying left, right and centre due to the fact that you can only say a few set phrases in German, you do say some pretty stupid things, regardless of whether you try and avoid it or not. I suppose my worst mistake was that the only reason I could think of for visiting Germany over any other country was an abundance of small kiosks selling sausages. When I got out the exam and had a think about it, there are an awful lot of reasons I would like to visit Germany, but I just thought of them too late. Oh, and hearing your own voice on tape is awful, especially when you know half the stuff you said made no sense at all and was probably wrong 
C’est la vie! ARGH! That was French… What’s the German for “thats life”?
To fit with my earlier article, I have got some things I found in Google. This also links with my having to think quickly in the exam… Hmmmm, pretty pleased with that link. Anyway, here are some of people’s ‘first thoughts’.
The first thing I thought of was…
- a quote from one of the characters on Law and Order
- manned space exploration
- how I was going to explain this to my future husband
- The Lone Gunmen
- the expense
- what you’ve been saying about more research
- Spock recovering Kirk’s body
- the telephone
- trying to wring out a crocheted afghan
- street signs
- fin fillets
- the refrigerator
- Robbie Williams
- a short story by Roger Zelazny
- a washer-woman
- a ‘67 Olds Toronado
- the posse of homeless guys who hang out in the little so-called park across from my apartment building
I think that last one is random enough, so I’ll leave it there, weil es viele Wurstbude hat.