Day 7: Not Impressed

I've been here for a week now and I gotta say, I expected to at least know what's going on with everything school-related. Instead, I still don't know which classes I'm taking or what my schedule will be, and even though Kelly and finally got moved into our dorm room at Piast, we won't even have bed linens until Monday at the earliest.

Communication issues are the most frustrating part of this trip so far. When I arrived on Sunday, I was told I'd move into my real dorm room when my roommate arrived on Monday. Not only did that not happen, but it wasn't until Tuesday morning that we were told we would have to check back Thursday. When I stopped into the office on Thursday, the lady there said to 'come back tomorrow.' So we did, but not until about 2pm, after sleeping in a little and getting lunch. We received instructions on where to get bedding and when to be out of the room, then headed into the city to pick up our student id's.

Little did we know that the magazine where we were to get bedding closed at 2pm, and would not reopen til Monday morning.

Even worse, when we asked at reception last evening after moving our things up to our new room if we could just use the bedding from our old room, they said we could use it for the night and return it tomorrow. Thanks for letting us know we still wouldn't be able to get bedding today. We didn't know the magazine is closed over the weekend until after we turned in our bedding and key from room 205. How convenient.

So here I am sitting on a plain bed, planning on using my stuffed hippo as a pillow and my coat as a blanket for the next two consecutive nights. Oh, and we don't have curtains yet either. Thank goodness we're on the third floor and shouldn't have to worry about creepers.

Ah well. I ate a pretty good cheeseburger today and at least the internet is working in the room (thanks to some ingenuity and a hair tie). Things could be much worse. And I'm sure they'll get better once our professor/adviser gets back to Krakow on Monday and can help us figure out classes so we have a bit more of a sense of purpose here. It's just hard not to think about how I could've stayed at home for another week without missing out on much here.

At any rate, one week down, eighteen to go.