That is German for “Where is the clock?” At least I think that’s what it is. I’m not very good at learning languages. I’m taking German this term so that I can graduate in April. (I need two language courses to graduate.) I’m really bad at doing homework, so that makes me really bad at learning languages.

I really wanted to write, “Where is the time?” or something like that, but that’s far to advanced!

So, where is the clock anyways? Life is so busy lately.

I need money to go back to South Africa in May so I got a job at a restaurant downtown. If any of you out in Internet-land have been a waitress before, you know that learning a new job sucks, especially at a busy-high-stress restaurant. I’m a perfectionist so its hard learning a new job, and not being great at it, and making mistakes.

It takes me an hour to get to the restaurant on the bus, and it seems that I’ll be working mostly weekends until late into the night. Also, because I live smack-dab in the heart of suburbia, the bus doesn’t run at night so I can’t go home after my shifts. (Luckily Sarah and Skylar have so graciously allowed me to sleep on their futon! What nice friends.)

If this money wasn’t for Africa, I’d complain, but so far my spirits have not been crushed.

On top of working I’ve got five new courses and trying to stay afloat. This terms roster is: Sex,Couples and Family Therapy, German, Grammar, Canada in World War II and the Rhetoric of Text and Image. This is my last term of my undergraduate, and I feel like I’m still sixteen.

I’m in the process of getting my passport, visa, plane tickets and other paper work together in order to head back to South Africa in May to work at Sinakekele again. I can’t believe it will have been two years since I left. The plan is to stay there from May til November, and then come back to the Canadian winter and brave the infinite abyss of my future. Ok, so abyss is not right the word, but I do not know what I’ll do when I come back besides find a job that pays for the rent and start applying, and searching, and pondering my next step.

I could go get my Masters in Journalism, Creative Writing or Rhetoric. I could look into getting an undergrad degree in International Development Studies. I could apply to law school or teacher’s college. I could go to college! Or go to film school! I could start a business or do nothing! You will quickly see that I have absolutely no idea.

I’m trying to remind myself that being in this position is exciting, not scary. I’m not yet convinced.