Catching up to the now.

So... At this point I've moved into my room (well, that was actually a few days ago, but that's not all that important). My room has a variety of exciting benefits and downfalls. I have a giant window. This is nice because I get to see everything that is happening outside- not that much happens eight stories up in the middle of a hilly forest. This is not nice because a giant pane of glass lets the hot in (or the cold in, when the weather changes). This is also not nice because my curtain doesn't actually cover the window, and my bed faces the window. So guess who gets to get up at 8:00 every morning regardless of whether or not he has to get up at 8:00?
I have my own shower and toilet. This is nice because I have my own shower and toilet. This is not nice because my shower is 1cm depression in the floor with a showerhead and curtain over it. I assure you, 1cm is not enough to keep the water in. I also have my own water heater. It doesn't work properly. I get about 4-8 seconds of warm water, then cold. I don't even know where they get water that cold from- the Saar is most definetely not glacial. I also have my own writing desk- which is composed of three pieces, none of which are actually physically attached to one another. To destroy everthing on my desk, all I have to do is pull on the top part in any direction or kick one of the legs really hard. I'm starting my immersion course in an hour. That is exciting- I guess. I don't really know what to expect.
'1's and '7's are different here. This is something Stefan pointed out to me, and boy am I glad he did. '1's look like sevens here. They exaggerate that hook at the top like crazy, and '7's always have the little cross through the middle. (see above picture). The University here is much more attractive than UofC, which automatically puts it leagues ahead of the concrete box- I mean U of L. Four of the buildings at the centre of the campus were a French barracks dating to back to some time when this was French territory (that happened more than a few times). While they aren't decorated like the buildings in Metz, they are most certainly not German. There is a giant 'Botanischer Garten' (if you can't figure out what that means that's too bad for you) and there are open green areas all over the place, with cafes and such. The people around the Waldhaus are nice, and I met some people that are in the other immersion course (they wrote their test on Monday, and started their course on Tuesday- why do I have to wait a week just for my test results, again?) and so I went and did stuff with them- like play beach volleyball in the dark, go for Karaoke and guinness to O'Dwyers Irish Pub (I decided not to party until dawn, as the some of the others did), and go for dancing lessons (2 guys there including myself) we learned the Chachacha and the Mamba.
O yes, the weather. It has been unbearably hot since I got here. Ranging between 25-30 degrees, with never less that 65% relative humidity (don't listen to what the weather networks tell you- they say 'Saarbrücken' but they actually mean 'Frankfurt' (which isn't really that close)). However, I woke this morning to rain. Apparently winter here is terribly exciting: cold rain, colder rain, and then more unbearably cold rain. I don't think I like the weather here too terribly much, but we'll see how I feel in a year.