Right now, I should be sitting down to Berlin's biggest schnitzel while celebrating the end of my German class with my classmates. But instead I'm at home blogging. I'm not quite sure how this happened. I turned up on time (my on time, which means twenty minutes late) and there was no-one there.

Had they integrated so much into German society that they ordered, ate, had fun and left all in twenty minutes, maximum efficiency? Improbable.

So I went to where we have class. Locked. Closed. Shut. No-one there. Was it just an elaborate joke to have me running around like an idiot for an hour? Unlikely, I'm wonderful and only a fool would miss the chance to hang out with me.

So I obviously misunderstood the time. Or date. Or location. Or something. Just when I thought my German was getting pretty good. And now I'll never see my lovely classmates again. I really liked them. It's so much easier to talk to other foreigners in German than actual Germans. They don't hear every mistake and they don't judge you on whatever silly foreign accent you have. And they don't break into English as soon as they hear my accent. Which I like.

I'm pretty surprised at how sad I feel about this. I have been feeling really emotional all this week; I think it's tiredness. I'm working too much and it sucks. This week I have been veering much more between emotional extremes - from feeling like crying to feeling surges of joy to getting angry at things I normally wouldn't.

OK, shut up, going to drink a nice German beer. At least I can't misunderstand that.