das ist Bayern, Prima! Prima, Bavaria!
Hallo!
So yes, I'm in Germany. And it's fun! well, mostly. There's been a few problems, but my host family are incredibly lovely, and I'm understanding more of the language everyday. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I'm now having eleven german lessons a week, with people a couple of heads shorter than me (most of them are with the funften klasse, who are about ten, and the siebten klasse, who are about twelve). So yes. I feel tall and embarrassed.
The rest of the classes are much better. I understand enough to know whats going on, and I'm doing okay. In maths, we're doing something odd with polynomials, so I'm missing my graphics calculator, but coping. The only french lesson I had was incredibly boring, as not only did I know it all, but it was about franglais. The most interesting thing was when the boy next to me (called Fabian, like everyone who isn't either Florian or female) drew a hitler mustache on a frog and stuck it in his folder, which he then labeled the fuehrerbunker. Lets see, what else. Religion was fun, and very interesting. most of the lesson was spent watching "Der Matrix", to illustrate Plato's hole theory. In biologie, I got taught baverian slang by Linda (apparently an extremely German name), which was interesting, although unfortunately I'm not in Bio anymore, but instead with the small children.
So, working my way backwards. On Saturday, I got taken to a ball, after a very quick lesson about the Waltz and Chacha. I met most of my exchange partner's friends there, and everyone was very nice. And almost all the music was in English, which I found very strange, but nice. Odd to think that I'm missing understanding every word people say. Unfortunately, I was still somewhat dead from the flight during the ball, so the very first piece of bayerisch I learned was "Ich bin ganz grogi", which translates roughly as "I am exhausted". I hope.
You see, the flight killed me somewhat. Twenty two hours on the plane, and never enough time to stretch out at airports. The Air New Zealand leg was far better than Lufthansa, as well. On ANZ, everyone got their own tv screens, on which they could watch whatever they wished, lovely meals (honestly, I want their recipe for chicken kiev), and I had a spare seat next to me. The other person in the three seats was also lovely, And I had Marzie (one of the Mary's girls) sitting right behind me. Lufthansa, the seats were smaller, the breakfast made most people feel a bit ill, and my iPod broke somewhere over greenland. Although it was really cool that dawn was somewhere over Ireland. Anyway, although I love flying, I'm somewhat glad I don't have to get back on the plane for two months.
So yes, my host family met me at the airport, and I got to see the German countryside as we went back to Tittmoning (the town where i'm staying-it has a lovely old church, and castle, and is right on the border. one day, i'll walk to Austria). It was dark by the time we got home, and I was already dead from the flight. sometime towards the end of dinner, I was having trouble focusing, not to mention understanding very fast conversation in German.
I hope you're all enjoying your summer holidays (while I'm slipping on frost on the way to school-before dawn!)
Tschao!
So yes, I'm in Germany. And it's fun! well, mostly. There's been a few problems, but my host family are incredibly lovely, and I'm understanding more of the language everyday. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I'm now having eleven german lessons a week, with people a couple of heads shorter than me (most of them are with the funften klasse, who are about ten, and the siebten klasse, who are about twelve). So yes. I feel tall and embarrassed.
The rest of the classes are much better. I understand enough to know whats going on, and I'm doing okay. In maths, we're doing something odd with polynomials, so I'm missing my graphics calculator, but coping. The only french lesson I had was incredibly boring, as not only did I know it all, but it was about franglais. The most interesting thing was when the boy next to me (called Fabian, like everyone who isn't either Florian or female) drew a hitler mustache on a frog and stuck it in his folder, which he then labeled the fuehrerbunker. Lets see, what else. Religion was fun, and very interesting. most of the lesson was spent watching "Der Matrix", to illustrate Plato's hole theory. In biologie, I got taught baverian slang by Linda (apparently an extremely German name), which was interesting, although unfortunately I'm not in Bio anymore, but instead with the small children.
So, working my way backwards. On Saturday, I got taken to a ball, after a very quick lesson about the Waltz and Chacha. I met most of my exchange partner's friends there, and everyone was very nice. And almost all the music was in English, which I found very strange, but nice. Odd to think that I'm missing understanding every word people say. Unfortunately, I was still somewhat dead from the flight during the ball, so the very first piece of bayerisch I learned was "Ich bin ganz grogi", which translates roughly as "I am exhausted". I hope.
You see, the flight killed me somewhat. Twenty two hours on the plane, and never enough time to stretch out at airports. The Air New Zealand leg was far better than Lufthansa, as well. On ANZ, everyone got their own tv screens, on which they could watch whatever they wished, lovely meals (honestly, I want their recipe for chicken kiev), and I had a spare seat next to me. The other person in the three seats was also lovely, And I had Marzie (one of the Mary's girls) sitting right behind me. Lufthansa, the seats were smaller, the breakfast made most people feel a bit ill, and my iPod broke somewhere over greenland. Although it was really cool that dawn was somewhere over Ireland. Anyway, although I love flying, I'm somewhat glad I don't have to get back on the plane for two months.
So yes, my host family met me at the airport, and I got to see the German countryside as we went back to Tittmoning (the town where i'm staying-it has a lovely old church, and castle, and is right on the border. one day, i'll walk to Austria). It was dark by the time we got home, and I was already dead from the flight. sometime towards the end of dinner, I was having trouble focusing, not to mention understanding very fast conversation in German.
I hope you're all enjoying your summer holidays (while I'm slipping on frost on the way to school-before dawn!)
Tschao!