What I liked about Germany: I experienced German culture. I got to hang out with a bunch of friends. I lived with my friends. I made new friends. I experienced what I learned in class. It was an adventure. I learned more about myself. I realized that I have a lot more to learn about myself. I came to love the Decemberists. I ate döners. I ate Nutella and apricot jam. I drank Mezzo Mix. I drank not a drop of drinking fountain water. I was free. It was an escape. It was a break. I worked. I studied. I washed dishes. 9-hour plane rides. 3-hour car rides. 10-minute bike rides. 5-minute walks. Coloretto, Pastiche, Resistance. I told the truth. I lied. I won. I lost. I felt death. I lived.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Germany
I was struggling to find an intro for my portfolio project reflection paper (a Germany assignment due tomorrow), so I wrote down a bunch of things that came to mind. It explains things better than I could in a couple of hours.
What I liked about Germany: I experienced German culture. I got to hang out with a bunch of friends. I lived with my friends. I made new friends. I experienced what I learned in class. It was an adventure. I learned more about myself. I realized that I have a lot more to learn about myself. I came to love the Decemberists. I ate döners. I ate Nutella and apricot jam. I drank Mezzo Mix. I drank not a drop of drinking fountain water. I was free. It was an escape. It was a break. I worked. I studied. I washed dishes. 9-hour plane rides. 3-hour car rides. 10-minute bike rides. 5-minute walks. Coloretto, Pastiche, Resistance. I told the truth. I lied. I won. I lost. I felt death. I lived.
What I liked about Germany: I experienced German culture. I got to hang out with a bunch of friends. I lived with my friends. I made new friends. I experienced what I learned in class. It was an adventure. I learned more about myself. I realized that I have a lot more to learn about myself. I came to love the Decemberists. I ate döners. I ate Nutella and apricot jam. I drank Mezzo Mix. I drank not a drop of drinking fountain water. I was free. It was an escape. It was a break. I worked. I studied. I washed dishes. 9-hour plane rides. 3-hour car rides. 10-minute bike rides. 5-minute walks. Coloretto, Pastiche, Resistance. I told the truth. I lied. I won. I lost. I felt death. I lived.
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I LOVE this. It's absolutely perfect. Do you mind if I quote this on my blog? I'll be sure to say it was you. Such a great summary.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, what does "Emma, I am me" mean? Who's Emma?
Reading this again, I realized how much Yann Martel is in it. That only made me love it more. Simple yet so profound.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I think it's funny that we both mentioned drinking fountains in our papers. Mine took a completely different angle on them, though.