Seit ich ihn gesehen,
Glaub ich blind zu sein;
Wo ich hin nur blicke,
Seh ich ihn allein;
Wie im wachen Traume
Schwebt sein Bild mir vor,
Taucht aus tiefstem Dunkel
Heller nur empor.
-- Adelbert von Chamisso (1781-1838)
Sorry, non-German speakers, but I just can't translate it and make it sound as nice as that.
On an unrelated note (I swear! Totally unrelated!): We had an awesome class today, about poems and how to interpret them, and how to use them in class. Not quite related to working with 6-year-olds, but what a great seminar. It also helped that the man leading it was very attractive... however, he's married and has two small kids. Damn.
29 June 2006
26 June 2006
Requisite story about trains and almost missing them
Group dynamics are much better, though a little strange; I think the traveling this weekend helped 'group bonding' a little bit. Although I guess that wouldn't be considered group bonding, as there were a few smaller groups. At least I got to know some people a little better... nothing like being ridiculous and overtired on trains to help friendships along.
The train story: I went to Dresden on Saturday with a group of 4, and was returning with Pam (not to be confused with Pamela) that same evening. After getting up at 6.15, three hours on a train, and a day of fighting crowds of elderly tourists and 90° heat, we were rather exhausted. We had to change trains two times on the way back, once in Elsterwelde-Biehlau and once in Falkenberg (Elster), both of which coincidentally have really long names and are in the middle of freaking nowhere, in Brandenburg. (not to equate 'nowhere' with 'Brandenburg', but if you know anything about Brandenburg, it makes the story better) Anyway, I heard the woman get on the PA system on the train, announcing the connections for the town at which we were arriving, and I heard her say 'Elsterwelde', so Pam and I got off. As we got out, I was like, 'Wow, that was early; the Deutsche Bahn is never early.'
Lo and behold, we got off in Elsterwelde, which is not Elsterwerde-Biehlau. And we had 5 minutes between connections, so we had about 8 minutes to make it to the real station and get to our next train before we were stuck in this rinky-dink town in Brandenburg. We get to the ticket counter in the station; there's no one there. We get to the front of the train station; lo and behold, there is one lonely taxi. I'm like, 'Pam, get in the cab!' She's like, 'Maybe we should first make sure we're at the wrong station...' I'm like, 'Get in the cab!' We get in, tell the driver to step on it, he convinces us that we'll make it while I'm cursing under my breath. Four minutes, three minutes, two minutes left. The driver says, 'Why don't you get the money ready.' Finally, we pull up to the station, I hand him a five Euro bill, and we jump out of the cab. There's no train there...it's 8.25, when the connection was supposed to be. Did we miss it? The taxi driver is hanging around just in case we are stuck in this teeny Dorf with probably no place to stay. Suddenly the PA system sounds, and an announcement: The train is coming! Gott sei Dank! We say goodbye to the taxi driver (who probably then went home and told his wife about the two crazy Americans whom he drove to the next train station over) and get on the train.
And then I got hit on by the ticket-taker for the Deutsche Bahn. But that's a story for another time.
The train story: I went to Dresden on Saturday with a group of 4, and was returning with Pam (not to be confused with Pamela) that same evening. After getting up at 6.15, three hours on a train, and a day of fighting crowds of elderly tourists and 90° heat, we were rather exhausted. We had to change trains two times on the way back, once in Elsterwelde-Biehlau and once in Falkenberg (Elster), both of which coincidentally have really long names and are in the middle of freaking nowhere, in Brandenburg. (not to equate 'nowhere' with 'Brandenburg', but if you know anything about Brandenburg, it makes the story better) Anyway, I heard the woman get on the PA system on the train, announcing the connections for the town at which we were arriving, and I heard her say 'Elsterwelde', so Pam and I got off. As we got out, I was like, 'Wow, that was early; the Deutsche Bahn is never early.'
Lo and behold, we got off in Elsterwelde, which is not Elsterwerde-Biehlau. And we had 5 minutes between connections, so we had about 8 minutes to make it to the real station and get to our next train before we were stuck in this rinky-dink town in Brandenburg. We get to the ticket counter in the station; there's no one there. We get to the front of the train station; lo and behold, there is one lonely taxi. I'm like, 'Pam, get in the cab!' She's like, 'Maybe we should first make sure we're at the wrong station...' I'm like, 'Get in the cab!' We get in, tell the driver to step on it, he convinces us that we'll make it while I'm cursing under my breath. Four minutes, three minutes, two minutes left. The driver says, 'Why don't you get the money ready.' Finally, we pull up to the station, I hand him a five Euro bill, and we jump out of the cab. There's no train there...it's 8.25, when the connection was supposed to be. Did we miss it? The taxi driver is hanging around just in case we are stuck in this teeny Dorf with probably no place to stay. Suddenly the PA system sounds, and an announcement: The train is coming! Gott sei Dank! We say goodbye to the taxi driver (who probably then went home and told his wife about the two crazy Americans whom he drove to the next train station over) and get on the train.
And then I got hit on by the ticket-taker for the Deutsche Bahn. But that's a story for another time.
23 June 2006
wtf?
Being in Germany and in WB again is fabulous, but to be honest, I am a little disappointed in the program this week. It has included a 3-hour long speed-walk through Wörlitz (a park; you wouldn't think you'd need to speed-walk if you had 3 hours, but the park is huge) and a lecture that was not helpful at all. However, our teacher is excellent and so nice; she has invited us over for coffee during the last week of the course.
The key weirdness here is the lack of group camraderie. I miss the hanging out with friends, inside jokes and generally being ridiculous; here, it's sort of clique-y, and I don't fit in with any of them. Who knew you could have cliques in a group of 11! It all feels very superficial, which I suppose is a typical American trait, but seriously. Can someone please be my friend?
Who knew you could feel lonely when you're constantly with a group, in a town where you know 1/3 of the population.
The key weirdness here is the lack of group camraderie. I miss the hanging out with friends, inside jokes and generally being ridiculous; here, it's sort of clique-y, and I don't fit in with any of them. Who knew you could have cliques in a group of 11! It all feels very superficial, which I suppose is a typical American trait, but seriously. Can someone please be my friend?
Who knew you could feel lonely when you're constantly with a group, in a town where you know 1/3 of the population.
19 June 2006
Rückkehr nach Wittenberg!
Here I am, once again typing away in the computer lab at the Leucorea in WB. Apparently, not much has changed in four years, except now the computers are (slightly) better and DB is probably not going to suddenly appear beside me in a bright orange shirt. Though you never know.
To back up a little, the school year is OVER!!! I survived! I will never be a first-year teacher again! The last two weeks were rather rough, what with summer craziness, report cards, end-of-the-year inventory, and people generally giving me tasks and saying, 'Now, you have to get this done before you leave.' Thank god it's done; time to enjoy being in Germany a little bit.
Coming back has reminded me of all the things I missed about Germany: the fabulous bakeries (a piece of cake for 60 cents!), walking to places, biking, public transportation, German breakfast...I'll surely think of more. However, there's already one thing on the list of things I didn't like about Germany: people talking to me like I'm stupid. I know the freaking numbers; you don't have to show me the number of fingers. Thanks, waitress at the Kartoffelhaus. Anyway, I'm having a great time so far and I'm especially looking forward to the 3-day Berlin/Potsdam trip in two weeks!
Returning to Wittenberg has been strange in some ways. In one sense, it hasn't changed much and so it feels like I never left. On the other hand, I get stared at on the street (ah, the German stare!) and realize that I'm once again the outsider, one of those tourists or students who comes in for a few weeks and then leaves. Also, all the places in town remind me of something that I did there; the Schlosskirche is no longer where Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses, but where I stood squashed in the balcony while watching Reformation services. This is the Blumengeschäft where I always bought flowers for people. There is the Kino where I saw Star Wars: Episode II (and sort of understood), Ich kann mal anders (and sort of understood and laughed a lot), Spiderman ('Die Wahrheit ist...ich liebe dich), Luther (and pretty much understood), Fluch der Karibik (and was proud that I understood), and Mona Lisas Lächeln (and understood but thought it was dumb). This is the Haus der Geschichte, where they have a stuffed cat. The list continues; suffice it to say it's rather a nostalgia trip.
Anyway, just wanted to say I made it and so far, so good. It's time to get out of the computer lab and go have some Eis!
To back up a little, the school year is OVER!!! I survived! I will never be a first-year teacher again! The last two weeks were rather rough, what with summer craziness, report cards, end-of-the-year inventory, and people generally giving me tasks and saying, 'Now, you have to get this done before you leave.' Thank god it's done; time to enjoy being in Germany a little bit.
Coming back has reminded me of all the things I missed about Germany: the fabulous bakeries (a piece of cake for 60 cents!), walking to places, biking, public transportation, German breakfast...I'll surely think of more. However, there's already one thing on the list of things I didn't like about Germany: people talking to me like I'm stupid. I know the freaking numbers; you don't have to show me the number of fingers. Thanks, waitress at the Kartoffelhaus. Anyway, I'm having a great time so far and I'm especially looking forward to the 3-day Berlin/Potsdam trip in two weeks!
Returning to Wittenberg has been strange in some ways. In one sense, it hasn't changed much and so it feels like I never left. On the other hand, I get stared at on the street (ah, the German stare!) and realize that I'm once again the outsider, one of those tourists or students who comes in for a few weeks and then leaves. Also, all the places in town remind me of something that I did there; the Schlosskirche is no longer where Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses, but where I stood squashed in the balcony while watching Reformation services. This is the Blumengeschäft where I always bought flowers for people. There is the Kino where I saw Star Wars: Episode II (and sort of understood), Ich kann mal anders (and sort of understood and laughed a lot), Spiderman ('Die Wahrheit ist...ich liebe dich), Luther (and pretty much understood), Fluch der Karibik (and was proud that I understood), and Mona Lisas Lächeln (and understood but thought it was dumb). This is the Haus der Geschichte, where they have a stuffed cat. The list continues; suffice it to say it's rather a nostalgia trip.
Anyway, just wanted to say I made it and so far, so good. It's time to get out of the computer lab and go have some Eis!
05 June 2006
Four more days!
...by which I mean three more days, plus the last day (during which kdg will be a madhouse), plus a 'culture week'. But really, the kids have lots of specials tomorrow so it's like two more real days. Can you tell I am ready to be done?
But right now, I am actually out of the apartment (!) at a coffee place, so I thought I would regale all 4 of my loyal readers with tales of my scintillating social life. Because this weekend was actually fabulous. It was in the 80s and sunny, so my TA and I biked down to the state capitol and took a tour and some pictures. (more fun than it sounds) Then we biked all the way back and were picked up by a mutual friend, who drove us to Uptown, where we hung out at a lake with a beach. I got good and sunburned, then we came back to our respective houses, made ourselves look respectable again, and went out to a few different bars. This was actually not especially great, since they were all really packed, but a good time nonetheless. And then we went back to this friend's apartment, where we hung out and learned some salsa dancing until 4.30 in the morning. What a social butterfly I am! (ha)
Sunday was comparatively low-key; my TA and I hung out at a local street festival for about an hour, until we got bored of navigating our way around people and watching drunk people. The award for the Stupid Comment Of The Day goes to a street vendor who saw me pushing my (bright yellow) bike through the crowd: 'Yeah, I'll give you a ride.' Yeah, you can kiss my ass, buddy.
Anyway, we are down to the LAST real WEEK, and I should mention that all kindergarteners are coming on Friday for the whole day. AM and PM kindergarteners converging; it's like the perfect storm. I need to come up with all sorts of stuff for them to do, so they don't tear the school down. But who cares, because not only is it the last day of school, it's my birthday, so there will be much celebration! Some friends and I are going out for Indian food on Friday night... Indian food! And I have friends! Doesn't this sound like the best plan ever? Perhaps my good mood is caused by the impending end of the year, or the good weather, or the fact that I'm going to Germany shortly, but I cannot be moved to care about schoolwork anymore. What, the classroom hasn't been vacuumed in a week and there are crushed Goldfish and grapes smashed into the carpet? And my table/desk is covered in papers 10 sheets high? I don't freaking care!
Bring on the vacation! And the end-of-school/birthday celebration! (Sidenote: Good god, I will be 25. What am I doing with my life?)
But right now, I am actually out of the apartment (!) at a coffee place, so I thought I would regale all 4 of my loyal readers with tales of my scintillating social life. Because this weekend was actually fabulous. It was in the 80s and sunny, so my TA and I biked down to the state capitol and took a tour and some pictures. (more fun than it sounds) Then we biked all the way back and were picked up by a mutual friend, who drove us to Uptown, where we hung out at a lake with a beach. I got good and sunburned, then we came back to our respective houses, made ourselves look respectable again, and went out to a few different bars. This was actually not especially great, since they were all really packed, but a good time nonetheless. And then we went back to this friend's apartment, where we hung out and learned some salsa dancing until 4.30 in the morning. What a social butterfly I am! (ha)
Sunday was comparatively low-key; my TA and I hung out at a local street festival for about an hour, until we got bored of navigating our way around people and watching drunk people. The award for the Stupid Comment Of The Day goes to a street vendor who saw me pushing my (bright yellow) bike through the crowd: 'Yeah, I'll give you a ride.' Yeah, you can kiss my ass, buddy.
Anyway, we are down to the LAST real WEEK, and I should mention that all kindergarteners are coming on Friday for the whole day. AM and PM kindergarteners converging; it's like the perfect storm. I need to come up with all sorts of stuff for them to do, so they don't tear the school down. But who cares, because not only is it the last day of school, it's my birthday, so there will be much celebration! Some friends and I are going out for Indian food on Friday night... Indian food! And I have friends! Doesn't this sound like the best plan ever? Perhaps my good mood is caused by the impending end of the year, or the good weather, or the fact that I'm going to Germany shortly, but I cannot be moved to care about schoolwork anymore. What, the classroom hasn't been vacuumed in a week and there are crushed Goldfish and grapes smashed into the carpet? And my table/desk is covered in papers 10 sheets high? I don't freaking care!
Bring on the vacation! And the end-of-school/birthday celebration! (Sidenote: Good god, I will be 25. What am I doing with my life?)
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