Brockhaus-Grand

"I am Wiebke Brockhaus-Grand, it iz nine o'clock and I am German, my lectures vill start on time."

At 9am the last thing I wanted was a truly frightful man/woman barking at me from the lecture hall. I daren't even doodle. Still, we had a good time trying to discern whether she was male or female, it turns out the latter. Nor was this an English lecture, it was instead more of an anatomy one. I now know more about the larynx, lungs and trachea than I ever cared to, with helpful comments from Adolf Grand such as "and if you aren't breathing, you have trouble." Damn, really?

I now move to the man with the magical voice, a nice man by all accounts, and my final lecturer for the day. He did not have so much a 'boring' voice, but a soothing one, so soothing in fact that I missed the final thirty minutes of his lecture due to being lost in the land of nod. Waking up in a small puddle of drool on my desk and jacket, nice. Suffice to say, my immediate class mates found this rather amusing.

As I type, I look into the eyes of a white tiger and listen to goings on of the rest of the flat. I think things are settling somewhat after freshers, everyone is able to just breathe out and let their livers relax.

All of a sudden though I have noted that there is something wrong with the flat dynamic. I'm not yet sure what, I can't just pin it down, but something is off. I will inform you if I find it. 'Calm before the storm' comes to mind?

I intended to spend this time napping, it has gone well as you see. Instead, I think I'll just inject myself with caffeine? Or drink it. That seems less drastic when I think about it.

Oh, and I found a post office.