After school today I went into Luebeck to get my phone fixed (I crushed it under my hip while ice skating Saturday). That wasn't very exciting, though. What was exciting was afterward: as I was walking to the bus station, I began to wonder if I should just go ahead and get my haircut- I had been planning on getting it cut for a while, I had some money in my pocket and some time to kill, and I was already in the city... I just didn't really want to spend the money. I had hoped that Alena would cut my hair by the midstay camp two weeks ago, but we ran out of time, and I had to go home hairy-headed. Anyway, as I pondered over whether or not to go zum Friseur, a girl came up to me. She explained that she was a hair-styling student and had her final test on Friday, and wanted to get some practice in before then. She proceeded to ask if I wanted a free haircut- I said yes- and then she gave me her name and the address of her studio, and told me to come in tomorrow.
How cool is that? Sometimes life just works. Hoorah!