This week has certainly been a week of first , more specifically German first' . I rode public transportation, went to an indoor pool, ate pancakes for dinner, and met the people who will forever be my first host family . Many things I usually do were also completely different and so while they are not "technically" firsts they deserve to be included like buying school supplies, going to soccer practice, and eating dinner. Moreover its important to mention that I've done things I have not done since I was too young to remember and so those ALSO deserve recognition like registering as a legal alien in my town, and going to school , and anything that happens when I open my mouth to speak German (lets be honest I'm going to sound like I'm 5 for a while all I can hope for is that I'm the cute 5 year old not the one you want to punch). Now these are a lot of experiences to compile into one blog post , but because I love you and you are special for giving a damn in the first place, I will try to accurately portray the conglomeration of craziness that has been this week.
I guess the best way to start is from the beggining, I was back at the Schloss and everything happened just as Anna (the amazing human being in charge of our stay at Language Camp) had described .
HF-The mass of host families walked towards us.
ES-We had just finished lunch and were waiting for them .
HF-In there minds they thought which one is mine
ES-In ours we thought ... they all look very German *Oh shit this is real* .
Then suddenly, as if by magic, awkward waves started to appear from both students and host-families alike, they waved you waved back , it meant yhea your the one I picked , and then an awkward hug to reaffirm the fact that you would be sharing this persons life and home for a year. Every day has convinced me more and more that I'm truly fortunate to be here and more so to be hosted by my family, they truly are everything I could have hoped for.
This becomes even more apparent during dinner time, my host sisters and I usually help our host mom get dinner ready and then set the table and so there's a lot of bonding that happens during this time . Last night my host mom announced that we would be having pancakes for dinner, I said ... for dinner ? , and she said Yes, In Germany we eat pancakes for dinner. Now I don't know if this is wide spread, regional, or a house hold thing but I'm not complaining as a matter of fact I think the bacon pancakes I had reaffirmed my decision to come to Germany ten-fold.
Now now I know what your thinking (or at least this is what I'm thinking) bacon pancakes Amanda your going to gain 60 pounds , but I will let you know that we actually do eat relatively healthy here and a lot healthier than I did back home . Also If I do gain weight I'm just letting everyone know now that one, its perfectly normal to gain weight on exchange two, It will have been totally worth it and you should be jealous of the delicious sausage filled belly fat surrounding my mid-section and three, I highly doubt this will happen because I am playing soccer for the local team . Not only am I playing soccer but I will be doing lots of training , mostly do to the fact that Germans are amazing at soccer and I'm not but I still have to show face for our country's team being regarded as hopeless.
And now I know you've all been wondering about the wonderful Blog tittle for today's post, I want to tell you that its not any type of figurative language or a creative simile I made for you to understand my life in Germany as compared to going to middle school I actually really did go to Middle School today. My schedule at the school I will be attending is not ready so I decided to go to school with my little host-sister today . Everyone was asking who the "austaschulerin "(exchange student) was and I felt a little like a celebrity although I will admit , the fact that I knew they were talking about me , could understand some of what they were saying but couldn't answer because they thought I knew NO German at all and because it was just faster to bother my sister to get information was a bit annoying !Either way my first day of school was great even if it really wasn't my first day of school .
Sidenote - I am OFFICIALLY 3 inches taller in Germany than in the USA (no guys I didn't grow don get your hopes up) when I went to register at the town hall the lady asked me how tall I was, I said 5'0 (I always round up a quarter inch anyways ;) but I didn't know in centimeters . She measured me but neither I nor her realized I was wearing heels :) . I didn't realize till much later that I had been wearing heels !
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