Ain't Life Sweet?

Her head pounded, and she shivered in the cold winter air as she stood waiting at the bus stop for her ride. The last three hours had been spent in her Intro to Philosophy class, doing her best to absorb the lesson which was being taught in German, and to write it down at the same time without missing anything. Her paper was full of blank lines where she had missed a word, but thanks to a friend she was able to fill in the blanks, and though her day had been long, she was still happy it was over, and excited to start the weekend. It was Friday evening.

After about ten minutes her boyfriend finally arrived in their rented dark gray car, which just so happened to have no CD player. Saddened by the no CDs idea, they were off on a three hour drive north to visit their friend Tiff again. Soon she was lost in random music being played on the radio, and before she knew it they were there, for an evening of relaxation.

After a few laughs at, "The Monster-in-Law" film, the three headed off to the very popular restaurant Mr. Jones, to have a late night drink (no worries: she only had one drink, and she is old enough here in Germany to drink).

The next morning was passed in a blur of sleep, as the three enjoyed their lazy Saturday. Finally, after much relaxing, they hit the Pizza place for some 4 in the afternoon breakfast. Then it was off to the Commisary, where they sell all sorts of American food for the same price as in America to Army Personnel. They roamed the store, getting excited over cookies, and peanut butter, and cereal, just like they were little kids told they had 50 dollars to spend at a toy store. Finally, their items settled on, it was back to drop off the groceries atTiff's apartment, then over to Siegen, where his parent's lived to spend the night.

That afternoon and evening were spent eating good food, and having some good laughs. The girl played the role of translator for Tiff, who spoke no German. Late that night it was into bed agian, and Sunday morning was spent much like Saturday - in a blur of sleeping, and laziness.

Sunday afternoon it was up and down stairs mulitple times back in Giessen, as everyone moved another load of Tiff's stuff from her apartment to her new room in the Barracks. Then it was down the stairs and to the car for Mindy and Fabian; their hands full of the american groceries they had bought, their "little taste of home" in the middle of Germany.

Now it's sitting around after classes, knowing the bedroom needs to be cleaned, resisting the urge to pig out on those oh-so-delicious chocolate chip cookies which you can't buy in Germany, as her favorite country songs play over her CD Player. The chorus of the song catches her attention, as she decides that it fits to her life. Soon she's singing along at the top of her lungs, "oooo-ooooo, ain't life sweet?" and deciding that she can in fact, resist those cookies and clean like she should.