The Sickbay Logs

My Internet is crappy, so I'll keep myself short. Since yesterday I'm back in the residential home of my school after too short two weeks of vacation / holidays, located uphill on the top of something I have secretly renamed Mount Seleya already. As someone who grew up frequently visiting the Alpes, I refuse to actually call it a mountain (although roughly translated it would be called the Monks Mountain, for there's a monastery there,) yet it also is more than a hill. Actually it is non, I believe, for it only exists because the city is located near a river and thus in a valley, so maybe it's an anti valley? Or a mirror valley?
However I named it Mount Seleya when I was walking home from shopping groceries (uphill as you might imagine) at some point in the winter and as I had been watching / reading the Star Trek movies / their novelizations at that point I couldn't get out of my mind a Vulcan voice continually telling me to "climb the steps of Mount Seleya", hence the nickname. But I'm getting off topic.
The first thing I did yesterday was opening the window, as it gets very warm inside my room over the day, and then, when I was going into the kitchen, my door fell shut with an ear-hurting thud, which brought to my attention that all of my fellow classmates who are also residing on my floor were back already, too. Since then I have dreaded today and the lessons, but it wasn't that bad actually.
My fellow classmates, or at least those I have tried to avoid prior, seem to have some strange sense of respect towards me ever since our little episode in town. I cannot honestly tell if that is a good or a bad thing, but I has made the lessons a little less dreadful to me. Also German lesson didn't take place today, instead we had something nearly worse, nursing-theories, but at least we seem to have a rather good teacher there who actually manages to make her lessons interesting and even can explain abstract things in a way one might understand them without having us act out some abstruse play, as our former teacher in that subject did.
However I'm not sure if I should be dreading or looking forward to the time I am back in practical. My next stop there will be the mothers ward and I'm just not good with children. I can get around with them as soon as they are past kindergarden age, but before that I just don't know what to do with them and fear I'll break them if I do something wrong.
What I do know is that I want to get out of here, meaning out of this residential home. Living right above the school can be quite nice, yes, but still it's already getting on my nerves to always have to share your shower and kitchen with other folks. I don't have anything against that, I just don't need to see all the people I already see in class every day in my freetime, too. Not that kind of people anyway. I already know that I'll need someone I can get around with as a flat mate, but I think I'll manage. After all, if everything goes right, in August it will be my flat and then it'll will be my choice whom to live with there.
(Also if you should be female, a trekkie, gatie, warsian or other kind of sci-fi or other nerd, living around Würzburg and looking for a flat for the next winter semester, it's only a small, two-room flat, but it has it's own bathroom and kitchen and is located nearly around the corner from the central train station.)

I'm sorry about the wanting-to-get-out-of-here-feeling, that might have been the vibes from me.
But flat mates, man! We all know what can evolve out of the simple search for a suitable person. I'm talking about up to nine books full of adventures ;)

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