The Great Apple Pie Disaster went as well as could be expected. I burnt the shit out of the top crust the first time around (NOW you tell me that no one uses that oven), but the inside was spared, so a call to Mom and a game plan later I had a dish to take the the National Dishes Party. Nevermind that we were two and a half hours late for that party, and missed all of the other national dishes. There was a pie. I am pretty sure that it sucked real bad, but people seemed to have enjoyed it so I am happy.
Today, I get to start real, honest-to-god classes at the University. After my survival Lithuanian class (that the Apple Pie Disaster made me miss yesterday) I have to get across town at warp speed to attend “History of the Holocaust in Eastern and Central Europe”. Interesting, huh? I am really looking forward to getting to know some of the history of the area, because when I hear things about the Holocaust here, or any other phase of history, I am at a loss. Apparently all of those American History courses that I have taken are not supremely important once you enter the rest of the world. At least they have given me some frame of reference when I am bullshitting people who ask me about American government. (Note to future exchange students: seriously, study up on politics. Number one question for the American girl: “How do you feel about Obama?”)
It’s about time for me to take a shower with my pants, and then do some Lithuanian homework. Doesn’t life abroad sound exciting?