"Und ich habe gedacht das meine alte Schule groẞ war (And I thought that my old school was big)", Jannick thought, glaring at the clean hallway. His first class was Germany. Jannick wasn't sure if he was happy about it or not. On one hand, it meant that he was sort of in his element. On the other hand, the teacher might go ahead and make the German exchange student the center of attention. It actually seemed pretty likely. At least it might mean an easy way to get to know people. And he might be able to communicate with people who studied Germany in his own language if he didn't remember something! Now he just had to find the right class before he would be late. That would be seriously akward.

After a few minutes of running around Jannick finally found the right class. He scolded himself a bit about not being brave enough to ask for help. The class seemed so empty that Jannick couldn't bring himself to sit next to anyone, so he sat on a empty chair in the middle of the class, praying that someone would sit next to him.