December 23, 2011: Possibly Vlogging? and ONLY FIVE MORE MONTHS?

Hello again to you all.

To all of you who are followers of my blog, you know how AWFUL I am at it. I mean, my posts are fine, but I don't update it anywhere close to enough. So, I'm going to try vlogging instead. It is basically the same thing as blogging, but using video instead of words. I think it'll be better, because it only takes a few minutes to make a video, but it can take a long time for me to organize my thoughts into a whole blog post. Plus, I'm on Youtube all the time so it's a lot simpler for me.


Now, if you all are interested in this Vlog, then there is something I want you to do right now.

Step one, go to this link:

http://www.youtube.com/user/demonchic501?feature=mhee

This is my Youtube channel.

Step two, hit the subscribe button.

Step three, check back often for new Vlogs. :)

Simple, huh?

I think there is even an option to be notified when I upload a new video by email, so you can do that too that way you always know! I really hope that this Vlogging thing will be better than this blog, because it'll be a lot easier for me. I even made it in my pajamas today! Yes! Winning!

Anyway, I'll still try to update the blog every once in a while, but I'll be vlogging MUCH more often.


On the next note, as of today, I have exactly five more months in Germany until I got home! :D I've been here for 141 days, and have 182 to go! So, I'm ALMOST halfway. I'll have like a special vlog when it's the halfway part, maybe we can eat some German sweets or something. :D

That's all I want to say! Check out my Youtube channel! I have one vlog up already, might make another by the end of the day, maybe, if I have time. :) I also have two videos of myself singing for my mom, I have a music video to a song that is called S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and is by My Chemical Romance, that me and some friends made right before I left, I also have one video that my sister uploaded from Japan of her singing, and I have three music videos that I made using a life simulator game called The Sims 2. :) So, my channel already has some activity, but I'm trying to expand it.

So, comment on the video, like it if you do, and SUBSCRIBE to my channel for more of my strange adventure tales. :)

Until You Watch My Vlog; Tchüß!

Love,
Anna <3

December 4, 2011: Four Months! A Very German Thanksgiving? NEW SCHOOLS??????

Well, I'm not even going to bother apologizing, because that's how I start almost EVERY blog post, and I'm sure it gets as boring for you all as it does for me.

Let's get into it, shall we?

Today is a very special day in the spirit of German/American unity. It marks the fourth month of my stay in Germany! WOW! You know what that means? A couple things. You see, I've got all the statistics. Oh yes. You know it.

As of right now, I still have:

6 months, 18 days, 18 hours, and 12 minutes left in my stay. This means of:
6 months.
28 weeks.
201 days.
290,470 minutes.
17,428,183 seconds,
and
the same number of heartbeats.

I've been here for:

4 months, 0 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes.
Or:
122 days. 

My whole stay consists of 323 days. Which means that the halfway point is at roughly noon of the 161st day. That is in only 40 days. Which means that half of my stay will officially be over on January 14, 2012.

I told you I had it all figured out, didn't I? Just gotta trust.

Crazy how the time flies, isn't it?

In the spirit of blogging procrastination, I have a few stories for my avid readers.

November 24, 2011: Project Bring American Thanksgiving to Germany
Status: SUPER MEGA SUCCESS! 

Being an American, there was no way on this Earth that I was missing Thanksgiving, so I brought it to Germany.

On the 23rd, I brought shopping bags with me to school, and afterwards went to shop. Fifty Euros and two bulging full bags later, I walked out to the bus and prayed the bags wouldn't rip while I waited. They didn't, and I made it home successfully.

Of course, as with somebody doing something for the first time, some stuff went wrong, but I think it turned out pretty dang good.

First off, I had to buy two turkeys. At least, I thought I did, because these German turkeys are TINY! I could only buy baby turkeys, so the biggest one was just a little over five pounds. Us Americans usually buy like a twenty pound turkey when they have as many people as we did, but we only ate ONE five pound turkey between six people. Also, when you are making turkey for the first time, everybody tells you, "don't forget to take out the giblets." Unfortunately, nobody tells you WHERE those giblets are. I found the neck, but thought it was a spine because of the shape. Ugh... Shudder inducing. But, I couldn't find anything else in the body cavity, so I dressed the first turkey for the oven, and put it in. On the NEXT turkey, I found the little bag of organs including heart, liver, and whatever the heck else is in there, hidden behind a flap of skin where the neck had been attached. I got it out, and managed to get the bag out of the already cooking turkey without incident. Luckily, the meat tasted good, and was fully cooked, not dry, and didn't taste at all like the giblets. Turkey, too much, but a success!

Next, the day before, I began the recipe for my pecan pie, and for my homemade rolls. I made the pecan pie, fine, all good. The rolls, I began, and then realized when I had a bunch of stuff mixed together that I did not have enough flour. I put the recipe away, and bought more flour the next day. Unfortunately, these rolls are a four hour ordeal, and did not make it to the table, because the first batch came out burnt, and I had no more time to make more. Oh well, I made the rest of the rolls the next day, and it turned out pretty good. The pecan pie ended up like caramel, and very sweet, making me wish I had bought a bottle of Port to go with it as was suggested with the recipe. It tasted fine, you just couldn't eat too much of it. Pie, success! Rolls, fail... :(

Thirdly, was the mashed potatoes and stuffing. Both went good, but I didn't know that when you're making stuffing, you're supposed to cut the bread into bits and let it dry the day before your make the stuffing. Whoops. It tasted good though, if not a little bit soggy, but it succeeded. The mashed potatoes were also good, but if I could make them again, I would use a bit more cream in them. Both, success!

Lastly, we come to table setting. And no, I didn't just forget to write about the gravy, I didn't make it at all. I had no time for it at all. Plus, when I took my first turkey out of the oven, the pan slipped and I got ALL the hot drippings on my arms and pants, and the floor of the kitchen. Whoops! So I didn't have enough turkey drippings either. Oh well, I never liked gravy anyways. So the table. I set it up with six plates, a fork on the left, and a knife on the right with the glass positioned above that. The turkey was the centerpiece flanked on either side by orange candles in the spirit of Fall and the harvest and such. The rest of the food was arranged around that and on each plate, I gave six gold coins. Originally, I thought they were of the chocolate variety, but when we ate them later, it turns out they were made out of this taffy-like stuff. Delicious! Everybody loved dinner, and had a great time. We even followed the Thanksgiving tradition, and went around the table to give and say thanks for what we were gifted in our very privileged lives. We had fun, laughed a bit, and it was just great!

 

Fun? Oh yes. A surplus of it. <3

By the way, I changed schools. About a month ago. Friday was the end of my fourth week at the Georg Forster Gymnasium in Kamp-Lintfort. I am now in the TENTH grade instead of the ninth, and have more friends than I can even name! Everybody at this new school is so nice to me, (not that the ones at the other were mean) and I can see myself really being good with this new group.

There is not much more to say about the Gymnasium. If you want to know more, just leave a comment on this blog, and I'll answer it in my next post. If I don't write again before then, I wish you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah or Kwanza, and a happy new year as well. If I missed a holiday, I apologize, but do hope it's a great one for you!

Until My Next Post, Tchüß!

Mit freundlichen Grüßen,
Anna <3

November 7, 2011: A Love Affair

As you can obviously read from the title, yes, it's true. I am having a love affair here in Germany. Two actually. Both with what is far older than I myself. Oh, but it's not in any way bad. My first is with "Piano Man" that good old Billy Joel tune that I heard for the first time in a funny movie called The Ringer a couple years back. My second is with "Hello Mr. Heartache" from the Dixie Chicks. Do people even remember the Dixie Chicks? I remember loving them as a little girl but how they fell out of style quickly. But anyway, yes, I'm having a love affair with music.

Is that even possible? To have a love affair with a song? Hmmm.... I don't care if it is or not, I am.

So I remember as a little girl, the only Dixie Chicks songs I ever listened to were "Goodbye Earl" and "Cowboy, Take Me Away." I actually found "Hello Mr. Heartache" the other day when I was looking through my brother-in-laws music on his old laptop that I've been using. By the way, Jonathan, I swear a quarter of the songs on your iTunes are duplicates.

I'm writing this blog entry today for a couple reasons. One, I have a lot of free time because it's Sunday and I'm waiting to Skype with my mom and I still have two and a half hours to wait and nobody is here. Two, I feel bad for holding you all on the line for so long without writing. Three, I just want to write a bit. And also, I'm sorry but I don't have any funny stories for you today.

So, you all know that it has been a while since I wrote an entry, but not a long time since I've written anything at all. In my absence from blogging, I am proud to say that I have written fifteen or so pages for my second novel, My Beautiful Death, a prologue, and four and a half chapters for my third novel, To The End, and even brainstormed an idea for a type of prequel to my first book which so far is unoriginally titled Memoirs of Brady Nilsen. Let's just say, Mr. Brady Nilsen who we all come to love with time was at one point in his life an incubus. Oh yes, you heard right. But I don't want to spoil the surprise any further, so, I will let you all just mull with that one.

Anybody remember the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas? I really want to watch it right now, because there is a cover by Fall Out Boy playing right now of the song "What's This?" when Jack finds the Christmas Town place.

Well, now I'm just sort of rambling with nothing to say in the spirit of this blog, so I'll let you all go.

Until My Next Post,
Mit freundlichen Grüßen,
Anna <3

November 6, 2011: A Largely Overdue Grab on the Behind

Hey.........................................


So.... It has officially been way over a month since my last blog post, so this is definitely overdue, and I want to extend my sincerest apologies. I have had a lot of time to do this, actually, and in all honesty have just been putting this off....


I have "Whiskey Lullaby" on loop right now for some reason... It's making me all sad and sentimental. Let's get some happier tunes up in this place. Okay, now we've got this blog post's theme song playing. It's called "A Night Like This" and it's by Caro Emerald. It was pretty popular when I first got here, and I really like it a lot. It reminds me of a kind of secretive, dangerous, possibly slightly modestly sexy party, and that is why it is the theme song of this blog. So right now, go to Youtube and find the music video for it, and play it while you're reading this. Go on. I'll wait. Okay.



So, on October 23, Geraldine told me we were going to a disco party type thing for kids between the ages of 12 and 16. I was pumped because I LOVE dancing and I was psyched for a chance to dance the night away. Well, let's just say, at then end, I left with swollen feet, dirty glasses, and a pounding headache. You know when you leave a party in that condition that you partied the right way. And believe me, it was a great time!

The party began at seven pm, but it was a while away, so we had to be on the Party Bus (which was just a city bus rented by Sparkasse for the party goers) at 6:15 sharp. At four o'clock, Geraldine said it was time to start getting ready. Now, I've never needed two hours to get ready for anything before, and this was no exception. I took a bath, did my hair and makeup, and got dressed in forty-five minutes and then waited for Geraldine and Romina to be ready to go.

Before we go on, do you want to know a secret? Okay, I'll tell you.

In the month before I left for Germany, I bought quite a bit of new clothing for my time here. One of these articles was a white dress made of soft lacey stuff, and with a waistband just below my breastline. It went just above my knees and was a perfect fit when I left home. This was what I wore for my night out with Geraldine, and holy cow, the thing seemed to have grown. I am very happy to say that the reason is this: since I left home for my adventure I have lost thirty pounds and can actually put on every pair of pants I own without unbuttoning or unzipping them. So, the dress was a little too big, but I wore it anyway because I didn't really have another one good for the event. Or so I thought, when I got there, I wished I had worn my black skinny jeans and a tank top or something along the lines of that. I felt a bit overdressed and since most of the others were wearing dark colors I stood out a bit. Whoops! Oh well, I'm American, what do you expect?

Now, the first half of the party was a little suckish. The DJ played tons of great songs, but we would only listen to half a song at a time before running outside to talk, or find somebody who was rumored to be there, or this, or that. It would have been fun if I had been able to talk to any of them, but they all talk at a million miles an hour, so I was just lost. After a while though, we spent more and more and more time in the actual party area. Dancing, and laughing, and all those other things people do in clubs and at parties. We had a great time! But, I cannot even begin to count the amount of times I got groped or felt up in some way! I guess that is part of the whole experience, but really! German boys! Show some class for goodness sakes! I didn't go through a single song without somebody brushing my behind. Now, I'm sure most of these were accidents, but some were just too "Well, hi there, sir," to have been accidents. Haha, it's over now though, and we all had a great time!

After the party, we drove on the bus back to Kamp-Lintfort and ate a little bit at the local McDonalds which is like one of three places we all hang out. At midnight, Bodo picked us up and we went home. I took an Advil, and fell into bed and slept through the night.

Ah, good times. I'll write back soon. Promise. :)

Until My Next Post,
Mit freundlichen Grüßen,
Anna <3

September 26, 2011: Just Because I Feel Like It...

I know in the past I've been really bad about blogging, but I'm trying to get better and more frequent about it. Am I doing an okay job? I'm trying, so be patient with me.

I really don't have a lot to say today, I am just writing because I have no clue what else to do. The rest of the family is in bed, and I'm just not ready for that yet.

Oh.... So you remember that genius idea I got about going down that monster hill? Well... I think I can't count it as me conquering the hill anymore..... So, obviously, a hill has two sides, right? This particular hill has one side that is very much steeper than the other. Usually, this is the side I go up, and then go down the other side. The other day though, I went down the steep side. I was all cocky of course, like, ''Yeah, I got this!'' And then I took my skate off, and started going down doing the one foot thing. Now, I have what I believe they call ''Road Rash'' or maybe road burn on my heel, and I owe my host sister, Geraldine, a new pair of socks. Going down that side of the hill, first, the pavement was very cracky, and there are many trees here right now that are loosing dead leaves, and small twigs, so I had to dodge those and slugs, and small rocks, and the like. Then, I had Geraldine holding onto my back and she ran over my heel a couple times with her skate, but it was all good, neither of us were hurt in the adventure down the hill. By the time I got down, the entire heel of that sock was worn down, and it was just a big hole. Oops...... Sorry Geraldine, I'll try to knit you a new pair. If/when that doesn't work, I can always get you some for Christmas. Maybe in eight separate gifts. ;D

I forgot to talk about it in my last post, but, last week on Thursday, my host dad, Bodo, came up to me and was like, Anna, we have a surprise for you. I was psyched, of course, because I love surprises. I waited, and about an hour before we left, Bodo was like, ''Yep, we're bringing you to the dentist.'' I did not believe him for a minute. Probably because he had a very mischevious smile on his face when he told me that. We left, and soon pulled into the parking lot of an old farm that has been renovated (by Bodo) into an inn. Super cute, and as we parked, and were greeted by Bodo and Anja's friends, I saw an open carriage with two beautiful brown horses attatched. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the surprise was a ride on a horse drawn carriage. I literally have no clue where we went, but we went pretty far, I'd assume. The ride was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect. I was wearing a tank top, and I remember everybody else was huddled up in coats, and freezing. They asked me probably twelve times, ''Ist das nicht kalt??'' Nope, it was not cold at all. The only way I can describe it was perfect, and also funny because we got chased by two different dogs, and tested out our mad ''Horse Power'' on the country roads. A Porsche passed us doing about 200 kph. Richtig geil.

Oh, I almost forgot. So yesterday, I was inline skating with Geraldine, and right as we got to the monster hill, my skate got caught on something, and I swerved to my right. Guess what was to my right? A big patch of poison ivy and stinging nettle about a foot and a half tall. I went in, and started going down a slope which led to a small ditch that was also lined with nettles and ivy. My face was about eighteen inches from my kneecaps, and I was about to sprawl facefirst into all that pain when a nettle twisted around my front wheel, and totally saved me. I got out okay with only a small rash making it's way through my pant leg. I think that may be why I know have seven small cuts on my leg from shaving today. Damn irritated nettle skin. What happened on the way home though was even crazier. So, I learned only today how to use the brakes on inline skates. Before today, I was stopping on walls, and fences, and people, and other objects I could grab hold of. Yesterday, it was a lamp post, but I was going a bit faster than usual. I got my hands on the post, but my momentum carried me past it a little further from where I needed to stop/turn. You remember that weird dance that you always saw Goofy do in the old Disney cartoons when he went ice skating and almost fell over? Yep, I did an exact replica of that good old dance, except, I did not fall head first on the pavement and recieve a ring of ice around my neck. I managed to keep my balance again, and save myself from a nose bleed, and possibly broken teeth. I almost fell one more time yesterday. Amazingly, I saved myself again and got hold of a fence just in time with my butt about two inches from the pavement.

Don't you just hate unexplainable bruises? I have on right now on the back of my knee. I have no clue where it came from.

Tomorrow, by the way, I am making my host family an American Apple Pie. The legit thing that isn't a sheet pastry with apples and marzipan. Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it.

Oh! And I finally bought a multi purpose solution for my contact lenses today, so once I wax my eyebrows, I think we'll be seeing more Anna Eyes around Kamp-Lintfort. Although, I wore my contact lenses yesterday for the first time in a while. I had to open a new pair because when I opened my contacts case, I found that the solution I had in since the last time I wore my contacts had like evaporated or something, and it was gone, and the contacts that were in there were brittle teensy little pieces of plastic. Whoops. Oh well, they were the wrong prescription/trial lenses anyways.

Well, now that it's eleven thirty, and four paragraphs more than what I thought I would write, I think I'm going to go to bed. I have first period free tomorrow, and am looking forward to sleeping in until 7 o'clock.

Until my Next Post, Tchüß.

Mit Freundlichen Grüßen,
Anna <3

September 24, 2011: BOP; Continued. And Some Other Stuff Too. ;D

So, back to BOP.

Tuesday... Oh wait. I already talked about Tuesday. Okay, so Wednesday. Wednesday..... Just kinda sucked. It was the worst and most boring day of BOP and literally felt like it would NEVER END! It was the day that I was Service. Ugh. First thing I had to do was put on a stiff white shirt, a black vest three sizes too big, and a long black apron. Now, that would not have been too bad. The clothes did not look bad, they were a little uncomfortable, and very unflattering, but they looked fine. The thing that made it suck was that it was probably 25° Celsius in the room we stayed in. That is 77° Fahrenheit. That really isn't so hot, but I'm the kind of person who is comfortable wearing a tank top in 50° weather. Let's just say.... I was not exactly rushing for my jacket like all the other girls who were freezing to death. It's weird  how cold these Germans get so easily. Well, I guess somebody from Florida would be cold here too. So, after being in these clothes for a while, people started arriving. It was then that I realized I really have a lot to learn in German. We were supposed to be selling coffee and brotchen but I could not understand half of what people were asking for. After a while, the other Service people sent me in the back to make the coffee. I was pleased to stay there for a while. When things slowed down a bit, it was just us sitting there for two or so hours at a time. I was relieved when the day ended, or when somebody brought a dirty cup or plate to us just so I had something to do.

Thursday was infinitely better. I got to wear my normal clothes, which of course was none other than a blue shirt, black skirt, grey nylons, and my combat boots, and a white apron. That day, I made coffee in the morning as usual, did some dishes. Well a lot of dishes. And then, I made an apple pie. It was a really, really, really, REALLY weird apple pie. First off, we didn't make dough, we made like a weird batter type thing. It was like half dough and half batter because it was really thick, but I would not have been able to hold it in my hands, or knead it, but it probably would have broken a spoon if I tried to mix it too much. So we made that, and then spread it on a big cookie sheet, so it was like a sheet cake. Then we cut up like fifteen apples into little slices and laid them side by side on this battery stuff. On top of that, we put little pieces of Marzipan which tastes much better when you bake it on top of apples. Then, I took a teensy weensy teaspoon and sprinkled cinnamon sugar on top of the whole thing. That day, I also learned an important German word for anybody who wants to be a baker or cook anything in Germany. The word is Zimt. Which means cinnamon. Yeah, I didn't realize the importance of cinnamon either until I did BOP in Germany. But believe me, since that day, I have needed the word Zimt more than once. We baked our 'pie' at 135° Celsius, and it turned out delicious. That same day after going home, I also went inline skating with Geraldine. Not for the first time, but for the longest time ever. We've been going  regularly since then, and it is so much fun!

Friday was uneventful and boring. The last day of BOP lasted only two or so hours and we just got into groups and talked. I was just totally lost the entire time, and made quite the fool of myself when my ''group'' was like, Okay, just tell them you thought folding the napkins was good. And of course, I didn't know what they told me to do, and I had no clue how to say napkin, so it went a little like, they looked at me to say what I was supposed to say, and I just kind of stared back and read a random thing off the poster and said it was fun. Luckily, ''Serviette Falten'' does mean napkin folding, but everybody still stared at me like, okay... And? Then they were like, Oh wait, she's the exchange student who can barely speak German, duh! And then they moved on. It was quite awkward.... After that strange adventure was over, I walked home with my friend Sheryl, and another new friend I made from my class named Maxi. We dropped Sheryl off at her house first, then Maxi walked me most of the way back to my host house until we had to part ways because he was going in the opposite direction. I have to say, he speaks the best English of all the Germans I have met. Besides the English teachers. And I know, slap me on the wrist for speaking English and not German, but he wanted to practice his English with me. I have not ever met another person, and definitely not a guy, who knows so much about Twilight, Rap, and American films. I was happy that the conversation never stopped. That is usually a problem for me, I never can seem to think of anything to talk about, but this conversation just flowed. Now, I'm glad to say, I have a good new friend. Maxi. :)

Now I'm just trying to remember the other crazy things that have happened since I last wrote...... Oh, here are some, not neccesarily in order.

The other day, my host mom, Anja, asked me and Geraldine if we wanted to go on her run with her. Both of us were just like, running, um, hell no, but we went, and used our inline skates instead. So we started by going down the driveway, around the corner and such until we got to the florist. From there, we continued to go straight, and I noticed some things about Kamp-Lintfort that I had not noticed beforehand. Next to the local florist which I had already been to twice, and passed by everyday on the way to school, there is a shop which sells tombstones. Very beautiful marble tombstones. This was the first time I ever saw a tombstone store before. I wanted to take a picture, but I did not have my camera with me. Oh well, next time. Next time. We continued down the road, and about two hundred yards later, there was another store that sold tombstones! Along with the option of a nice little rock filled fence around the coffin location. Now, I've already been to the local cemetery and the war veteran cemetery in town because I'm one of those weirdoes who finds cemeteries the perfect place for photos and quiet thinking, and this shop probably has more tombstones than the whole cemetery of Kloster Kamp, which is the big ancient cathedral of the town that all the young people like to hang out at because the gardens are beautiful, and it's got many good places to talk. Yeah, that many tombstones... At least they arrange them in an aesthetically pleasing way, placing the one of a bony, skeletal Grim Reaper holding his scythe under some guys chin next to a big cross. We continued down the road, passing cows, and grass, and trees and other naturey things, and we came to a fork in the road. Usually, this is where Geraldine and I go left and head back towards home, but Anja kept running straight, so I followed. About fifty feet later we came to a highway crossing, and we turned left there. That's when I thought to myself, ''Oh, dear....'' At the end of this long stretch of sidewalk was the bottom of a hill that kills me everytime I walk or ride a bicycle up it. Anja started running up it like the champ she is, and I just kinda stood there for a second and dreaded the hill. Then I started skating. For those of you who have ever inline skated, you know it is not in any way easy to skate up a hill. Five minutes, and many cuss words later I reached the top where Anja was waiting and Geraldine had just finished also. Then, we had to go down. I would have gone up that hill twelve more times before going down the other side alone once. I thought about taking the skates off and just going down in my socks, but Anja had a better idea. She took my hand, and Geraldine's and we started down. Ten feet later I fell so hard on my butt that I had a bruise the next day. After getting back up and picking up the pieces of my shattered pride off the concrete, we came up with a better method. Geraldine held onto Anja's waist, and I held onto Geraldine's waist, and we went down that way. It worked pretty well and then we were home, and I promised myself that I would conquer that hill alone before I left. Little did I know I would so soon, because I just did last night. Hooray!

Before we get into that, I have another story. So, you remember at the end of my last post, I had to go because we were picking up walnuts in the backyard? Yeah, we did that, and then we needed to give the chickens water, and.... Well, a fox got in the hen house. We opened up the door and there were seven dead chickens in various forms of bodily mutilation. Bodo, my host dad, had to come with his pitchfork and take them all out. I think one of the chickens that was still alive ran away, but I'm not sure, they might've gotten it back in. I can now say I know what a chicken with it's head cut off looks like. It isn't pretty. You definitely do not want to see what it looks like if you haven't already.

Did I already say before that I've ridden a horse with Geraldine? If not, I am now. I rode horses with Geraldine. Twice. Barebacked. Heck yes. I was so psyched. Although, both times, I tried riding Cindy, the black pony, first and she would not move an inch in the right direction for me. She just wanted to eat, or turn around and walk the opposite direction from where we were going, and it was just awkward. But then, I rode Schneewittchen, and she was not mean to me. Well, okay maybe a little. The second time we went riding, Schneewittchen just did not want me to get on her back. She kept running away every time I tried, and she ended up stepping on my foot. Talk about pain. This was worse than when I broke my arm in third grade. Just, don't get stepped on by a horse.... It hurts. And Schneewittchen is not even a full sized horse, she's just a pony. I can get on her back without a stepping stool, or anything, just straight from the ground. Avoid hoof to foot contact at all costs. Other than that, once I got on, she worked with me. She ran when I made a weird clicking noise that Geraldine taught me, and everything was fine, dandy, and very stellar.

Finally, we come to me conquering the dang hill. So, yesterday, we went out on the town with Geraldine's friends, and we went with the inline skates. On the way home, it was time to go down that monster hill again. First, I tried inching down hugging the side of a building. That stopped working when I arrived at a half wall type structure where the shingles started falling off the little roof when I tried to hold onto it. Underneath were tons of spider webs with huge spiders, so I didn't want to touch down there. (I'm not afraid of spiders, I just didn't want to break all those webs and have their rath directed at me) That's when I got an idea. I took off my right skate and started going down the hill balancing on just my left foot. When I started going too fast, I put my foot down, slowed myself down a bit, and then just went back to balancing on my left foot and coasting down the hill. At the bottom, all I could think was, ''Yes. I did it.''

Until my next post, Tchüß.

Mit Freundlichen Grüßen,
Anna <3

September 23, 2011: BOP: A Week of Crazy Not-Supposed-To-Be-Fun Fun

So, apparently if you are a ninth grade Realschule student in the loverley (not a real word, I know) land of Germany, you are required to attend a week of something that is kind of like career training called BOP. Now, I have no clue what BOP means. I know it is Beruf Something Something.... I think the last word might be Praktikum. Oh well, it is now over, so what it is called is not so important anymore. Anyway, my group seemed to be the only group that actually enjoyed their time in the BOP. My group was given a ridiculously long name that was basically gastronomy and hotel service.

The first day, we were all assigned to our groups. That was also the day that I became pretty sure that I am not actually registered as a member of my school. My name was not on any of the lists the director people had, so they told me to just go with a friend. Luckily, my friends, Sheryl and Merima, both went to gastronomy so I super lucked out. The other groups did things like computer software, cutting metal, and landscaping. We got to cook. Now, I don't really know who it is that reads this blog, but I'm pretty sure not all of you know me personally. You see, I love to cook, and bake, and that sort of thing, so this was just perfect for me. Our first day, our teacher, Frau Peterson, set a big bowl of brotchen in front of us and Nutella, cheese, and meat, and was like, here's your breakfast for today, enjoy it. If you like cereal, I'll bring some tomorrow. Frau Peterson, by the way, is just the most awesome person I ever met. She always wore her hair up in a scarf type headband with her long crazy frizzy hair sticking out the sides, and she always looked us right in the eyes when she spoke to us. I really liked and respected that about her. When we finished eating she took us into a big circle, put a bowl on her head, and walked around us looking at us and saying one thing nice to us. She came to me and said, ''Anna, you are beautiful.'' I could tell she meant it. And not only because she is German. We all took turns, and when we were finished, she made us write down six sentences that I now say in front of my mirror every morning before school.

''Ich bin selbsbewusst.'' (I am self-confident)

''Ich bin wundervoll.'' (I am wonderfull)

''Ich bin schön.'' (I am beautiful)

''Ich bin freundlich.'' (I am friendly)

''Ich bin hilfsbereit.'' (I am helpfull)

''Ich bin Liebevoll.'' (I am lovely, alternately, I am full of love)

The next day, Tuesday, I was assigned as a cook. Silent dance and song of victory please. That day was awesome, and I got very friendly with the two coffee pots in that industrial kitchen. Lets just say, if they were my kids, one of them was the good kid. Never spilled a single drop of coffee, made the coffee fast, and didn't ever burn. The other was always in the corner. I could not even put new water in it without getting my shirt and apron soaking wet. The coffee always dribbled down the sides when I tried to put it in the coffee pots. Ugh. It was just not nice. That day, I also helped Sheryl make what is called a ''Tasse Kuchen'' a.k.a. a Cup Cake. But not those tiny little things we serve at birthday parties and Fourth of July. A Tasse Kuchen is a cake where the ingredients can be measured by the cupfull. You see, Germany, kind of like the rest of the world besides the USA, uses metrics, so they usually weigh their baking ingredients, or have them in milliliters. The cup we used were just standard coffee mugs, about three hundred mL each, I believe, and the cake was pretty simple. Just add this, add that, put in the oven. I was surprised when we added mineral water to the cake. Frau Peterson said that makes it fluffier. Well, okay. :) The cake turned out really yummy. I made one in a springform pan, which is the same in German, I learned rather bashfully. When that was finished we poured melted chocolate on top, and it was really good. The other cake, made from the same batter, but on a different pan, we made a lemon icing from lemon juice, a bit of water, and a big bag of powdered sugar. It was delicious. We also made pizza which was also delicious. The day was crazy as we were just getting started and everything, but it was also so much fun.

I have to go now! Geraldine and I have to go pick up the walnuts from the pony stall!! I'll finish telling you guys about BOP maybe today, maybe tomorrow, but soon!

Until my next post, Tchüß!

Mit Freundlichen Grüßen!

Anna <3

September 9, 2011: EUREKA!

Today, I figured it out. I am in the SoPed course, right? Or so I thought. It turns out, the course is SoPäd, and that is short for Sozial Pädagogik. Which in English is social pedagogy. What is that? Basically, social pedagogy is what I'm doing in Germany. Learning by interacting with others. I know, coincidental, right? This is also how babies, and young children learn their mother tongue, and usually most other things in life.

Short one for today, that was really the only interesting (maybe?) thing that happened today. :)

Until my next post, Tchuß!

Love from,
Anna <3

September 8, 2011: Sorry, it's been a while.

Hey, so.... First, I want to apologize. I haven't updated this thingy in several weeks, and a lot of people have been asking whats going on. I could lie, and say I was too busy doing stuff to write ever, but, I really have had plenty of time to write, I just have never gotten around to it. But hey, I never promised to be good at this blogging thing. ;)

The last time I wrote was several Wednesdays ago, huh? So heres what has happened since then.

The day after my last post, Kamp-Lintfort had a massive storm. Wind, rain, thunder, lighting, trees ripped from the ground. Everything, the whole shebang. No joke, I was fearing for my life, and I was perfectly safe inside. When it calmed down a bit, my host dad was like, ''Hey, let's take Carlotta for a walk.'' I remember just thinking, ''Umm...... Okay then.... Hope we don't get struck by lightning!'' Thankfully, we did not. But when we got back to the house, the power went off. Normally, I'd be all like, ''Sweet! Break out the candles!'' Until I was told, ''Oh, that's strange, this doesn't happen in Germany.'' Awesome. But we woke the next morning to no more damage done than the patio table flipped completely over, a couple broken flower pots, and a lot of debris in the pool.

After that, not much interesting happened until the Thursday before last. Wow, I just realized HOW long it has really been since I last wrote. What made this Thursday particularly memorable? My class went on a trip to Köln. You may have heard of the Köln Dom, which is a cathedral in the city of Köln. If not, stop right now, look up a picture on Google images. Okay, so you see that tall tower on the Dom? I climbed that. The Köln Dom has 509 steps in the form of a narrow spiral staircase with really only enough room for one person to walk, but has people coming up and going down at the same time. If you are going up, people coming down will gladly hog the large part of the stair, making the journey up perilously frightening because not only are you dying, and claustrophobic, but you also must hug a teeny column and only step on an inch of sagging stone step. Crazy. I would not do it again. Well, maybe I would.... I don't know. I would tell everybody to do it at least once though. But don't do it on a day that is 30° Celsius. It sucks. We also went to the Schockolade Museum in Köln. (Actually, we did that before the Dom) And let me tell you, wow. It is really crazy how much work goes into making one little tiny bar of chocolate. Oh, and by the way, white chocolate is not even real chocolate. We should start calling it sugared cocoa butter, because that is basically all it is. Of course, a visit to the chocolate factory would not be complete if you didn't leave with a postcard for your parents and family, and two giant 300 gram bars of chocolate that only cost you €2 a piece. Thats like 12 Hershey chocolate bars for three dollars. That's a good deal right? I thought so. When we were done seeing things as a group we all split up and had a few hours of free time. I hung out with my friends Kate and Creighton and just walked around. We went to a couple little stores, and shared french fries and hamburgers. After that, we went and saw something I will never forget. If you are in Köln, walk around the Dom and in between the art museum place and the Haupt Bahnhoff. Keep going straight, and you will reach a bridge with a fence on either side. On that fence are hundreds of locks. People who are in love, or have just began new families, or I'm sure hundreds of other reasons go to this bridge and leave their locks locked on the fence. Why? I have no idea. I do know though, that one day, when I have my own family, I'd like to come back and add our lock to that bridge. I'm also sure that whoever does engravings in Köln is making bank every day.

Friday was the last day of language camp. Sad, but fun. We played games, hung out, graded our teachers, and said our goodbyes.

The next week was my week of Summer vacation. I spent a lot of it outside, hanging out with Geraline and her friends. They are all very nice. One night, we went camping in the backyard of Geraldine and my friend's, Sheryl's house. Wow, what a blast. We roasted marshmallows over this little tin foil type tray that had cole inside of it. We stayed up late talking, and woke up to a super yummy breakfast. With delicious bread. The next three nights, we camped in Geraldine's backyard. Good times. :)

On Friday night, we all went out. There was a carnival in Moers, and we all wanted to go. Bodo and Anja went with some friends of theirs, so I went with Geraldine, my host brother, Denis, his friend, Jesse, and Sheryl. We mostly just walked around and looked at everything, but the sights were so beautiful, so fun, so lively, it made me forget everything except where I was. We went on a ride that went so fast it was painful how much force Geraldine and Sheryl were putting against my body. But, nevertheless, it was amazing, even though it just went in one conitinuous circle. We bought half litres of Pepsi for €0,89, and then left. That was also the night I had my first experience with Burger King Happy Hour. Lets just say, three full sized burgers for €6 makes everybody happy.

The next day, we went to another get together sort of thing. I really have no idea what it was called. It was in Kamp-Lintfort, a little less than a kilometer from where I live, I think. The get together was held at Kloster Kamp which is the old church. There we little kid rides that were no taller than me (and I'm pretty short), and a lot of food, wine, and good spirits. I had delicious french fries with mayonnaise and ketchup. I still remember the first time I had french fries here, my host family set out only mayonnaise and put it on their fries, and I was just like, ''What?'' But really, its good. Amazingly good, actually. They gave me so many, I felt bloated when I was finished, and then my host mom was like, ''So, do you want a waffle now?'' No, I did not, but I was happy to go and wait with Geraldine at the waffle stand and just smell the fresh waffles being cooked to order. Good smells.

Yesterday, school began.

I don't remember if I have alread said this, but I am sixteen years old. If I was still in America, I would be in the eleventh grade. In Germany, I am in the ninth grade. Funny, I swore I would never go back to that school year, but now here I am. Ugh. Oh well. My teachers, and my classmates are all very nice people, so I don't mind that much. :) My schedule is as follows, Monday morning, first hour, I begin with art, and move on to Politics. A double hour of German is after that, and my last two hours are SoPed, which I have no clue what the class is about, first it seemed like sociology, then psychology, and now I am just not sure. Last hour is biology. Tuesday, my first hour is free, then I have history, math, double english, and chemistry. Wednesday, I have art, math, double english, physics, SoPed, and a double hour of PE. Wednesday, I have double religion first thing. I think I'm in with the Catholics right now, but I think they're going to move me to the PP class. I think that is what it is called. It's for the ''non-believers.'' After that, I have double German, and then WP2, which is like an elective. I don't know what I'll be in yet, but I signed up for Theater, and then Home Economics if that is all full. Friday, I have history first, then SoPed, (I really need to figure out what that class is) double math, politics, and my last hour is free. Yes. Then the weekend, and we do it all over again. Yesterday, two interesting things happened to me for the first time in my life. First, I was asked, ''Are you single?'' I laughed, because that is definitely not something I have ever been asked. Second, somebody told me, ''I love your accent!''

Now today, good day. I began with Religion. I was late today, because I had no clue which religion class I was in, or where the teacher's classroom was. Turns out, Frau Leonis is very nice, and let me come into her classroom, and draw my ''Life River'' and all that jazz. German was hard. But everybody else seemed to get it fine. One good thing about not knowing the language at all, is I don't get called on. So I don't make a fool of myself. :) But I know this will only last so long. :P After German, I was finished for the day!!! Geraldine had two classes left though, so I tagged along to her math class, and then to English as well. The math was easy stuff for me, stuff I remembered from sixth grade Algebra. English was fun. We went over the classes homework from yesterday, and then I got to read a bunch of questions for them to answer. Then, the teacher wrote ''The USA'' on the board and ''Cities'' ''States'' ''Countryside'' ''People'' ''Sights'' and ''Typically American.'' They all said the big cities, New York, Las Vegas, LA. Somebody said Arizona in states, and Niagra Falls in countryside. Under people went Barack Obama, and Kinnsman, a German who is now the American National Soccer Team coach. Under Sights went The Statue of Liberty, and..... Now I cannot remember what else. At the end of class, I was asked what I would say for each of those things, first things in my head. I answered, Portland, New Jersey (sorry Oregon, I love you too!), Redwood Forest, Gerard Way, World's Smallest Park, and of course, hamburgers. Then the bell rang, and the day was over. I came home, and now I'm writing this long and way overdue blog post.

Oh yeah, by the way. I rode a horse. Barebacked. I was scared to no end, but it was amazing.

Until my next post, Tchuß!

Love from,
Anna <3

August 17, 2011: Language Camps and Public Transportation

If I told you how crazy my life has been in the past couple weeks, you absolutely would not believe a single word I said. But, since I am obligated to blog and tell you all what is happening in Germany, I sure am going to tell you anyways.

Monday, August 8th was the first day of language camp. This was also the first day I got to take public transportation in the land of Germany. Now, it seems so simple, and I feel extremely stupid, but when I first boarded my train, I realized, ''Wow.... I'm in Germany, and I barely know where to get off of this train.'' Let us start, though, from the beginning. I woke up at six o'clock am on this fine morning, it was pretty out. Not sunny, but not raining either. I made the mistake of dressing up for the first day. Whoops! I wore a niceish but still casual dress, and  a pair of high heels. Worst thing I could've done. I did not leave my host family's house until seven twenty seven am though, which meant I had way too much time to get ready, and to worry about my first day. My host sister, Julia went with me on the bus from our town of Kamp-Lintfort to the city of Duisburg. There we got off at the next to last stop and went to the third track. At eight thirty six my train arrived. I take the RE2 train number 30006 every morning. This train goes from Münster to Düsseldorf Hauptbahnhoff. Luckily, the end of the line is Düsseldorf, where I have to get off. Every morning, the same recorded voice announces in the train first ''Nächste station, Düsseldorf Flughafen, next stop, Düsseldorf Airport,'' then after we leave there, he announces, ''Nächste station, Düsseldorf Hauptbahnhoff. Der zug ended dort. Aufwiedersehen,'' and then goes off. For those of you who don't speak German, what he said is, the train ends here, so don't forget to get off, or you will end up in Münster when you wake up. Not that exactly, but you get my drift. So, I get off at Düsseldorf and look at my paper that my host father, Bodo, gave to me. It told me to take the U-bahn (which is like a Subway system) to Leugplatz. So of course, I go walking around the entire train station looking at the U-bahn arrivals and saying to myself, which of these is going to Leugplatz. After probably ten or fifteen minutes, I went to information and they told me I had to take the U76 which went to Öberkassel, and it passed right through Leugplatz. After that, I made it to Leugplatz without failure, but then was once again completely disoriented. I was supposed to find a certain street called Kaiser-Willhelm-Ringe, it would have led me right to the camp which is being held in the Jugendherberge of Düsseldorf. I saw a sign down the completely wrong street which said Kaiser, so I thought to myself, hey! There it is!! So I started following the street. Twenty minutes, three conversations in horrible tourist German, and several small blisters later, I bumped into somebody that I knew from Washington, DC who was also going to the language camp. She was travelling in the opposite direction. It turns out, she had gotten off of the U-bahn way too late and was now crossing paths with me going the wrong direction. So, we walked back up the same way I came, and at Leugplatz, we went down a street perpendicular to the one we had previously been travelling on. Seven minutes later, we were at the right place. Thank you so much, Kirsten. We Oregonians need to stick together. :) The language camp was not overly exciting that day, mostly just name games, and such. Getting home proved to be an issue though. At this time, I did not yet have a German cell phone, this meant I could not contact my host parents in the case of an emergency or if I was going to be late. Camp ended at three thirty pm, or fifteen thirty if you use German time. I walked to Leugplaty with some people from the camp and there we all went back to Düsseldorf Hbf together. There were some other students who took the train to Duisburg so I went with them. That was my first mistake of the afternoon. You see, their train left at four twenty pm, my bus left Duisburg at four twenty seven pm. Once at Duisburg, we went our separate ways. Many of them had called their host parents and asked if they could go to Rheinberg for something called Schutzenfest, so they had another train to catch. Me, I headed for the bus stop. I could not board a bus at the same place though because it was going the opposite direction. Once again, I start following the street in the wrong direction to try and find a bus stop that was going West instead of East. I asked one person, and her English was so bad she sent me into a weird park like area with a lot of mice that smelled strongly of urine. Not so good. Eventually, after walking around for quite a while, I went back to the bus stop and a nice older gentlemen could probably tell I was American and needed help. He started talking to me in English and gave me directions to the Westbound bus stop just down the road. Not even a block away. I felt very sheepish, and thanked him profusely as I walked away. I had no clue how to read the bus schedule though, so I just took the first bus with the name SB30 on it. That was another mistake of the day. It turns out, every hour there are two busses called SB30 that pass the Duisburg Hbf. One goes to the Hochschule in Kamp-Lintfort, the other goes to my stop, Kamperbrück Mitte. Guess which one I got on. If you said the wrong one, you would be correct. When the bus pulled up at the last stop, the driver turned to me and said something in German that I could not understand. I was so confused and asked if this was the SB30. He said ja, and I wondered if maybe I had somehow missed my stop? The driver could not speak English though, so we had a difficult time communicating. He and I eventually found out that I needed to be somewhere else, obviously. All I could say was Saunapark, which is a place right next to my bus stop. Once we figured out how to kind of understand each other, the bus driver very kindly brought me to a place called Prinzenplatz, where the right bus would pass by in approximately fifteen minutes. He drove off and I waited. Another SB30 pulled up soon after and I asked the driver if it went to the right place this time. It did. I was home in a matter of minutes. My hostfamily was very worried though. They thought I had gone to the Schutzenfest with the rest of the people. The next day at camp, everybody was asking what happened to me, and I felt very sheepish. I explained everything to my host parents and there were no hard feelings. They just wanted to make sure I took the right bus the next day.

On the next day, I made it to camp and home almost perfectly fine. The train I took however arrived just after the bus departed, so I waited an hour for the next one. When I arrived home, my host dad told me to just take the wrong one and then call him to pick me up from Hochschule if I missed the right one right away. That way I would not have to wait so long.

Wednesday was uneventful. I found a train that made it to Duisburg at four twenty one pm, so I just had to run for the bus.

Thursday was the same.

Friday, came a bit of a surprise. In the morning, I got on the bus, and was even a little bit early for my train. I sat there waiting and waiting and waiting... and waiting... and waiting.... My train was not coming. The sign for it had changed to a different train, and it was nearly nine o'clock am. I was starting to freak out a little. My train had been cancelled that day, apparently. A nice man told me there was a Stadt-bahn going to Düsseldorf at nine fifteen am. I boarded that, but since it was a stadt-bahn and not an Express train, it stopped at every stop, so instead of taking fifteen minutes to arrive at Düsseldorf it took forty-five. I was late for camp that day.

Sunday was my mom's birthday. I got to Skype with her. :) It was great to see her face again. It was then that I realized that I'm missing home more than I ever thought I would.

Monday came again, and I woke up at normal time, was at the bus stop at normal time. I waited on the side of the road, and my bus drove right past me. Did not even slow down. After that, I waited for an hour for the next bus, and was an hour late for camp. Unfortunately, we were going to the Düsseldorf library that day, and I missed the trip. :'( Sad day. I waited from ten thirty am until just after noon when they arrived back.

Tuesday, camp was uneventful, as was the train and bus. When I arrived home though, Bodo came to me and told me we were going to a party. It was an anniversary party for some friends. They had a tradition I have never heard of before. Apparently, the day before the wedding anniversary day, there is a party for the friends that are not super close to the bride and groom, there everybody throws plates and bowls at the sidewalk. Why? I have absolutely no clue. But it sure looked fun to clean up..... Not. While I was there, I met some of Bodo's coworkers. They found it cool that I could drive a car at sixteen in America. It seems to blow everybody's minds when they find out. At the party, I also tried some kind of alcohol. I think it was Schnapps, but what flavor I have no clue. It was light pink, and they all seemed intent on me drinking it. I tried a little, but I cannot stand the taste of alcohol. The way it burns your throat and lingers on your tongue disgusts me, so I only took a teensy sip, and left the rest. It was very sweet, and reminded me of cotton candy at the fair. Just less sticky and not hot at all.

Today, we had a stadt rallye, which is like a scavenger hunt in the town of Düsseldorf. It was fun, but rather immaterial because we knew the answers already. They turned out to spell 'Düsseldorf on the Rhine,' which we figured out after about three questions. It was nice to see the old part of the town though. It was very pretty, and has beautiful architechture. I forgot to take pictures. Whoops!

Until Next Time!

Love from,

Anna

August 7, 2011: Finally Here!

Okay, technically, I have been here since Thursday, August 4, 2011, but I was not able to blog because of all the excitement and stuff, and I just got my Internet hooked up last night. :) Wow, it's been a long time since I last blogged, lets get right down to it.

So, on July 30 (a Saturday, by the way) I drove from where I live, the little town of Canby, Oregon, up to the big giant city of Seattle, Washington to leave the country for 324 days. Wow. My destination was not, however, Germany. First, I went to the nation's capitol city, Washington, DC. Although, I actually stayed in Maryland, we spent most of our time in DC itself.

Upon arrival at the Washington Dulles Airport, the time was around seven o'clock am, I made my way to baggage carrousel number 2 and prepared to wait. The rendevous time was one o'clock pm. Our representatives, Evi and Mary showed up around ten. When two o'clock finally rolled around, we had enough people so we called a shuttle and they took us to the hotel where we stayed for the rest of the night. I had three room mates, and shared a bed with a nice girl named Phoebe. We went exploring for a bit. The heat was exhausting, and we only made it about two blocks before going into a Whole Foods market. We bought some fruit, and Phoebe got some granola and then we left  to go back to the hotel. I thought about swimming, but decided against it, and instead knitted until 7:30pm when it was time for the nightly meeting. The next day, we went to the Department of State where they talked to us for a few hours. I hadn't slept very well the night before, and was struggling to stay awake. Luckily, I wasn't the only one, I found out later that several of the other fifty students had fallen asleep in the room. I dozed a bit, but heard everything she said, and oddly enough, had a dream that it was my sister Lizzy saying it instead. Then we went to the capitol building and took a panoramic photograph of the entire group. We got it the last full day we were there. I did not care for it very much. ;) Anyway, we then went to a big mall in DC for lunch. Our event planner man, William, said he would give each of us a meal voucher that was accepted almost everywhere, but that we should use them in America because they would be worth much less once we got to Germany. As we got off the bus, he handed each of us a ten dollar bill. We all laughed. After lunch, we went to Arlington cemetery and took a tour, and even got to witness the changing of the guards ceremony. One thing I knew after watching it is that I would never want to do that, and I couldn't because I'm a girl, mostly because it was about 97-103 degrees consistently while we were there, and they have to wear wool uniforms, make awkward foot movements where they click their heels together, and walk back and forth on a carpet in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers in the sun. :P YUCK!!!!!! It was beautiful though, all the tomb stones in perfect rows... Lovely. We then went to the Smithsonian museum for a couple of hours. I went with some friends from the exchange to the Museum of American History.. I could have spent days there, but only got two hours. Oh well. We went to dinner at Qdoba, had another meeting and then it was bed time. I had a hard time sleeping, and went to bed around 3:30am.

The next day we got gussied up and went to meet our senators. That was fun. Sort of.... We didn't actually meet any of the senators because they were voting on the debt sealing that day. Instead we spoke to their aids. Senator Merkley's aid arranged for us to have a private tour of the Capitol building later on in the day. Most of us took the opportunity. At 12:30pm, after having lunch at the Native American museum of the Smithsonian, I tagged along to meet Representative Waldon for Eastern Oregon, because my representative, Kurt Schraeder, was not in Washington at the time. I am so glad that I went with. Mr. Waldon was running very late, and even though our appointment was at 1:00pm, he showed up at 1:30pm, the same time we were supposed to be at the Capitol for our tour. We spoke briefely, and then him and his aids arranged for us to be taken to the Capitol building the fast way. An intern brought us to an elevator which took us underneath Capitol Hill to a place where most people are not allowed. We got special security clearance, then took a little Subway tram under Washington from Rep. Waldon's building into the underground of the Capitol building. Up we went, and emerged in a hallway where the normal tours did not go. One student asked if that tram was the reason we didn't see any senators sweating like pigs. They replied, yes, it is.... :) The Capitol tour went very well, and I was completely lost the entire time and got turned around, flopped upside down, and basically beaten on my head I was so confused as to where we were. We even got to sit in the Senate and the House for a while. Soo cool!

The rest of the day we spent taking photos of the monuments. We went to Bucca di Beppo for dinner and then back to the hotel for a ten pm meeting. The next day, we toodled around the Smithsonian for a few hours. I saw the Asian art museum and bought a couple fans for my host sisters, then we went off to the airport. It was thought that it would take over three hours to get us all through security, checked in, and to our gate, so we came extra early. All fifty of us took collectively one hour or so. Probably less. Then we just waited for the time to board the plane. Finally, we did, and it took off smoothly. I spent most of the time on the plane knitting, watching the flight movie, Raising Arizona, watching a map of where we were, and trying to sleep. I even used an airplane bathroom for the first time in my life. Very small. The flight was quite fast, and we landed in Frankfurt around 7:26am local time. Only 15 minutes later than when they thought we would land. Not too shabby.

From Frankfurt International Airport, the fifty of us split into three groups, Hamburg, Achten (I think that is what it's called), and Dusseldorf. I went with the lattermost group. We waited, and waited, and waited until 11:09am, then hopped on a train to go from Frankfurt to Dusseldorf. The train ride was nice. But before we could even get on we had to load everybody's luggage on. We had about twenty people and two minutes. Each of us had at least two bags also. Lets just say, it was a challenge, but we made it with at least thirty seconds to spare. I fell asleep on the train ride, and then we were in Dusseldorf. Let me tell you, this place, it looks like a fairy tale.

At the Dusseldorf train station, my host family waited for me, Anja, Bodo, and Geraldine Rudnick. They scared me a little bit, because they just came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I'm easily surprised, so it freaked me out, and I was ready to open a can of Whoop Ass if need be, but when I saw it was them, all I could do was give them all a big hug and smile like a moron. :) We met with my area rep, Rebecka Franco and shared a drink with two of the other host students at the train station. Be careful when you order things in Germany, because if you get water, even if they ask if you want gas and you say no, it is still mineral water. It is not the same thing we're used to. I learned that the hard way and was like, well, shoot.

The Rudnick family had a little welcome party for me too, and we enjoyed foods from all over Europe. It was great, and I got to meet all of my new neighbors. :) The next day was pretty chill, I learned how to clean a horse, how to change the goose's water without being bitten, and where the chicken feed is kept. I love it here! So far, the only "schocking" thing is how cussing isn't looked down upon. The F-word is played in songs on the radio, and the whole family cusses like "scheiss" is just an extra adjective. It is interesting. :)

Today, is Sunday, so I have been here for four days now. Tomorrow, I will begin language camp, so maybe I will understand everybody a little bit better. I've been feeling very ignorant of everything because I'm a bit clueless when people talk. I think I could understand better if everyone used hand motions and talked like I was a three year old, but I know that is unrealistic. I found that I'm getting better though!

Bis spaeter!!

Love From,
Anna <3

June 17, 2011: The Application Process

Well, I sort of already suck at this whole blogging thing. Today, I'm going to explain how I came to be in the program, and what I had to do in order to have a fighting chance.

So, during the first trimester of this school year we had our midterm parent/teacher conferences. I had straight A's, but we still went just to chat with my teachers and make sure I was doing as best as I could (which I was). The last person we visited was my German teacher. You see, every other year, the German program does a student exchange with a school in Lahr, Germany called Clara-Schumann-Gymnasium, and my mother wanted more information on the exchange that is to take place next school year. Instead, Megowan (Deutsch Lehrer) told us that he thought I could be a good candidate for something called the Congress Bundestag Youth Exchange Scholarship (CBYX). He gave me the website on which to apply and told me that I should go for it. I went home thinking, "Ah, what the heck?" So I checked out the website, got myself registered, and asked to be sent the application. Initially, I had to apply through an American organization called ASSE which partnered with the CBYX and sent students not only to Germany, but all over the world.

A few days later, I recieved a thick manilla envelope in the mail. Inside was the application that I spent the next couple months putting together to the best of my ability. First thing to do was fill out the ASSE form which asked me normal things like my name, birthday, parents names, siblings names, hobbies, and medications among a slew of other things. That part was fairly easy to fill out, and included a "How Did You Find Out About Us" section and of course, the dreaded "Why Should We Pick You?" section. After that, the next order of business was to get myself a physical examination, make sure I was in okay health, and order a school transcript. The transcript was ready the next day, and the physical was easy once we finally got in to see my doctor. We had a lot of issues scheduling around each other's conflicts, and it was not until mid December, just a couple of weeks before the deadline that I finally was able to go in to see her. That part checked out fine though, and I passed.

After this, I had to get two letters of recomendation written by two teachers. I chose Megowan, and another teacher who taught Health and Ethics classes, Schmieding. I never read their letters, but I have a feeling they were both very good.

Next, it was time to get creative.

Part of the application process was to create a photo collage of yourself, family, friends, and activities for your potential host family. This proved to be more difficult than expected, and required several tries to get perfect. A two-paged photospread, at the standard paper size of 8 1/2 by 11 inches had to be used. I could not use plain old printer paper and glue, and the photos that I had picked were too big to all fit onto two pieces of paper at their beginning sizes. One thing I love about my mother is her ability to make anything work, and she had a brilliant idea for this predicament. Costo.com. And yes, it deserves bold, italics and underlining. Simply because Costco in itself is amazing, and Costco.com is straight from heaven. They have an online photo center where one can make anything from a photo blanket, to a print on a canvas, to exactly what I needed, a photo collage. I uploaded the pictures I wanted, chose a nice white background with small borders around each picture, and a slightly smaller 8 1/2 by 10 inch paper size. Then, I simply sat back, and let Costco.com do it's thing of amazingness, and take a load of pressure off the back of my mind.

Next was to write up my host family intro letter and SIX essays. Those took the most amount of time, and I have the least to say about them. If I can figure out how to post them up some other way than a post I will so you can all read them.

After all of that, I was finally ready to send it all in. After several printing malfunctions of my essays and letters, it came to be the night before everything was due and we FINALLY got everything printed right. We put in a big manilla envelope and sent it express and overnighted it. My entire family was worried it would not be looked at because it was late. We recieved an email the next day stating that the deadline had been extended by several weeks.

Later, I was contacted by a Mr. John Nieder, who explained much of the program to me, and seemed to slightly interview me while giving me advice on what to do if I got the scholarship. About a week or so later, I discovered I was a semi-finalist and had to head to Kelso, Washington for two interviews. First, it was me against a panel of ASSE representatives. They asked me a lot of questions with answers that I really had to think about before answering. After that, it was a group interview. There were about six others who had been interviewed before me, and we all went in together and had to do a little problem solving. They had us come up with a list of things we would tell to German students coming to the US about teenagers in the United States especially within schools. We came up with a big list, and chose one boy to present to the board. The board liked it, and we were allowed to go home.

More waiting, and I soon discovered that I was an alternate and if one of the fifty finalist dropped out, I would be asked to go in their place. My family believed that I had been chosen as an alternate because I had been taking low dose anti-depressants at the time and ASSE/CBYX did not quite like that. I was taken off of them soon after, and upon a fax by my doctor, ASSE called me and told me that someone had dropped out, and I was to be a finalist if I chose to accept. I did accept. I was a finalist.

I began recieving letters, and am scheduled to leave little Canby for Washington, D.C. on July 30, 2011 for a short initiation type thing, and on August 3, 2011 I will leave Washington, D.C. for Germany, where I will be staying with the Rudnick family in Kamp-Lintfort. I will post on them later.

Germany, here I come.

Until My Next Post, Happy Tidings. :)
Love From,
Anna

June 2, 2011: The Pilot of This Blog

Above is the time left until I begin my journey into Germany. Before I start the official blog though, I want to get a few things straight.

First, I'm new at the whole "blog" thing. I have also never kept a diary, nor a journal, or a log. The closest thing I've ever done to anything like that was when I served as chair for student congress. That was okay, but not exactly in depth or in need of anything but a script. So, since this is my first blog, go easy on me. I beg of you.

Second, this blog is sort of formal-ish. No, that doesn't mean I need you to wear a tuxedo or tall white gloves in order to read it. By this, I simply mean that there will be no texting language, cursing, and also minimal slang words in all posts, and if a person wishes to comment, I ask that they also adhere to this rule.

Last, I'm a student, learning a new language, a new culture, trying to keep up with school, write a book, and make new friends somehow. I'm going to try to write a blog entry every day, but believe me, it might not happen. Within my posts, I'll try to add some degree of satire, and not be too dry and humorless. I want to rivet you all with my tales of German ghosts, castles, knights, and Gymnasium? The really good stories will probably (most likely) happen on weekends when I have places to go. I'm going to try to post pictures and stuff once I figure this blog thing out.

Until my next post, Happy Tidings. :)
Love From,
Anna