I'm working with grades 5-11 (my school is fairly new and next year they'll expand to include grade 12 and the year after that 13...very much like my own elementary/middle school which grew every year until we were a fully fledged 3rd to 8th grade institution) and there isn't a class I don't like. The 11th graders speak English quite well already and I can tell I'll be able to have some good debates during my weekly hour with them. The 7th graders were initially very standoffish but they've warmed up to me quite a bit. The 5th graders are far too smart to believe me when I tell them I can't speak any German and are also very disappointed that despite being from California I don't know a single celebrity. I have a feeling they suspect me of lying about this, too.
Again, I'm not sure if it's me wanting to romanticize my school experience, but I think German kids are slightly more rowdy than my American counterparts and I were. They settle down by the time they get to 7th grade, but the 5th graders seem to get away with a lot more tomfoolery than would have been allowed in the good old days of the 1990s. (Kids these days!)
I had my first (and hopefully only) misfortune this morning. I bought my weekly ticket for the streetcar/bus this morning and promptly lost it somewhere between going to work and coming back. Riding public transportation in Germany is based on the honour system, most of the time you won't get your ticket checked. Until the day you lose the 7 day ticket you spent €19.80 and then frantically search on the side of the road while a traditionally stern German officer watches your increasingly panicked rustling. Long story short: I couldn't find it, will have to pay a fee if I can't produce it within the next week (and I'm not too optimistic about this) plus buy a new ticket for this week, and I learned one very important thing: the ticket goes IMMEDIATELY into your wallet. Not in a pocket, not in a book, and never dropped casually into your bag (which in my case is evidently actually a portable black hole/portal to another dimension).
To end on a happier note: I spent Saturday with some of the other Americans in Mainz/nearby towns doing some of my favourite things: discussing regional accents, drinking German beer, and wasting time in a museum. I'm glad there are so many of us in the area, I haven't really made any German friends yet (University hasn't started) and it's nice to have people to share experiences and frustrations with.
