I've survived the first (and 2nd and 3rd) day. Although that sounds way negative. It is amazing here! Sure, completely crazy busy, noisy and chock full of people, but amazing nonetheless. School is intense in ways that make my brain go numb around midday, but my super nice class mates share these woes. So we sit in silence and enjoy our lunches together.
Basically, all is well friends. I am happy and excited about these coming three months. Although they almost wouldn't have happened due to a little incident at customs upon arrival at the airport. Have you ever heard of a SOP? Yeah, me neither. Well, according to said SOP the almost-bald officer at the airport could have sent me back to Germany. To cut this nightmarish (and on my end teary and sweaty) story short - the officer was nice, I used the phrases "Yes, Sir" and "Thank you, Sir" more then one should, he didn't put me on a plane back home, we grabbed our things and entered the US of A. Glorious.
*PhonePic of my First-Day-First-Ever-1$-pizza slice in the neighbourhood. Also glorious.