Monday, June 28, 2010

The Weekend






Very short report today. I went to Dresden on Saturday. Three other teachers and I shared a special "Gutes Wochenende" ticket which got me the 3 hours to Dresden and back for around 10 dollars. Yippee. Dresden was a bit creepy. The Old part of town felt a bit like a Tim Burton set-- lots of heavy,dark buildings (from the fire storms and years of air pollution)packed with people-- mostly speaking German and Russian, it seemed, although our train on the way home was crammed with Americans. Anyway, it's hard to ignore the aweful history of Dresden and maybe that was why it seemed creepy to me. I went over the bridge to the so called "Neu Stadt" which didn't get as much bombing so oddly the new city looked somewhat older than the old city in parts. Here are some photos.
Then yesterday Erika, her sister Elke and I took a bike trip to nearby Woerlitz. We biked about 2 hours there, walked around the extremely extensive gardens with statues and follies-- temples of Venus and Goethe and gothic mini-houses and little bridges and rope ferries and so on, had lunch in a Gasthaus and then home 2 hours. I was really stretching my knowledge of grain on the way home. Which fields were barley? Which were wheat? Which were rapeseed? rye? Turnips? (OK-- not a grain) and then came the quiz, which I failed miserably and had to be re-educated. Now as I'm posting the pictures I can't remember. Must review my notes.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Fame and Grutzwurst

I'm famous! I'm famous! OK-- maybe not today but perhaps next week-- well, maybe.

Let me explain-- Die Zeit, a German newspaper, was interested in doing an article for its Sunday magazine on the Leucorea. That's the institute that se go to every day for school. It's the building that hosts all those foreign exchange programs-- exchange programs and conferences like the Health care convention I might have mentioned last week. So, we just happened to be here and I just happen to live around the corner and they just happen to be too busy to go too far and so Frau Meissner and I were photographed and interviewed. Then a photographer from Berlin went with us to the house and he photographed us pretending to drink tea and talk, as we really do every night. I was afraid I'd be nervous, but they were really nice and I managed to prattle on for a while without trouble and I'm assumeing they will fix my grammar mistakes if they quote me. Actually, my luck I will end up on the cutting room floor or it will turn out the way it did when Stave Watson interviewed me about digital TV-- after a half hour conversation, my single recognition was "I'm very confused," said Katie Reimers of East Aurora. So, we'll see. At least I would love my school name to be mentioned so I could get browny points with my superintendent. Die Zeit is no small town paper, I should mention-- It's like being in the New York Times. Who knows. It comes out the day before we go. I'll probably get a bad picture and a terrible out-of-context quote and can be laughed at on both sides of the Atlantic. (Oh, and in case you were wondering, OF COURSE I shared my camera problems with the photographer! Silly question.)

So, what else is going on? Yesterday I went to a student performance of a Bach Oratorio (Der Triumph der Zeit, Mary, in case you know it-- I didn't) Anyway, it was very intimate-- in the Lucorea with a small orchestra and the performers. It was kind of the usual modern opera mix-- women in tuxedos mixed in with a man in a lab coat and a few ladies in vaguely Victorian dress. It was an allegory in which an Japanese women who represented time looked alternatively pissed off and distressed while being harangued by the man in the lab coat representing "Time". I was not really drawn in by the music and considered ducking out during intermission. I was rewarded, though, at the end by a really beautiful, soaring aria at the end. I had to close my eyes, though, because I was distracted by the figures on stage-- another Japenese singer in tights with a glittering top hat and cane who rolled around during the aria on a set bed with another singer dressed in a tuxedo.

I've been eating good food-- fresh garden produce with Frau Meissner and more hot German food in the cafeteria. Yesterday one of the teachers had a birthday and so there were a lot of pastries and cakes. But, lest you think that everything is Torten und Kuchen hear, let me share yesterday's cafeteria meal – Grutzwurst, Rotkohl und Sauerkraut. Grutzwurst is a mix of blood and breadcrumbs and sausage crumbles, I guess-- as far as I can understand. The mix was actually not bad, if one didn't ruminate too long on the ingredients. Nate, a fellow teacher, described it as "Blood mixed together with cream of wheat." So ist es.


Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Urban Renewal


Listen up, Buffalonians-- things are happening in Wittenberg! They have been struggling with high unemployment, a tough reputation, a brain drain out of the city as younger people go elsewhere to get jobs, a failing inner city. But they have a lot of historic buildings and a history of education and (at least part of) a university. Sound familiar? Sachsen-Anhalt, the state in which Wittenberg is, has encouraged 19 cities in the state to work together to develop different answers to the problem. A lot of these are kind of grass roots projects and each city chose different answers and projects based on the strength of the city. (Just to give a more unusual example-- one of the cities is the birthplace of Homeopathy and so are looking to host homeopathy conferences and to capitalize on that.) Wittenberg has chosen to use education as its central concept. It's looking to have more people to come and study, more partnerships and exhibits, classes, seminars etc. People here seem to agree that it's working. There are a lot of tourist groups on the streets and a lot of tours seem to be underway. We had a question and answer session this morning at the "New City Hall"-- which appears to me to come from the seventeenth or eighteenth century. I guess everything is relative.
Camera problems continue to plague me. I thought I had it pretty much solved after a visit to a camera shop. He said I had put the battery in wrong and sent me to an "Aku Shop" What is an Aku shop, you ask (my question as well!-- why, it's a whole store entirely devoted to Akummulators-- batteries. The Germans think of everything. So said I had broken the battery and it would cost about $80 to order a new one. I have an extra and things were looking good for getting by on this one, but now it's funny again. I am trying to focus on this trip about other things beside technology (or "Scheisstechnologie", as my guest mother called it-- use your imagination, non-German speakers as to what that means. I agree! So, now I have bored as many people as possible with my camera problems-- on both sides of the Atlantic and in two languages. I'm going to sign off and take a walk.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Lutherstadt Wittenberg in the DDR




Today we were mostly out of the classroom. There's a museum in the town that's called the House of History. It reminds me of the Amherst Museum, actually. It's just stuffed with memorablia from the DDR and they try to recreate everyday life in East Germany. There are complete rooms from different eras-- A living room from the 40's and one from the 70's, for example. There were kitchens from the 70's and 80's-- a recreated DDR Disko and a kid's room from the 80's (with a poster of Depeche Mode) for example. There was a little bit of stepping down memory lane for me, because a lot of the things were kind of similar to things we had as kids-- house coats, for example, from the 70's made of garish nylon (or, as it was called in the DDR-- Dederon--DDR-on, get it?) Wild patterned orange wallpaper, toy sewing machines (from plastic, but not so different from ones Mary and I had) There were lots of toys-- dollhouses, for example-- made in the DDR-- some for export to the west and the cheaper, plastic ones for the DDR kids. They had DDR Legos that looked exactly like the western ones but did not communicate.
The program had recruited some ladies from a nearby senior citizen's center to tour with us and it was really interesting to hear their memories. Some were older (in their 80's) and some were younger (in their 60's) and had different memories-- Of, for example, how they never used the word "Toaster"-- that was too western, instead "Brotruester" (Bread roaster), which was more acceptable to the regime. They recalled having outhouses (with the great German name of "Plumplsklos" (plop-johns)) until the mid 70's or 80's. They recalled their first trips to the West-- being so overwhelmed with choices that they went home with headaches-- all the kinds of shampoo, fruits, toys they had never seen before and did not understand.
They told with nostalgia about the good things in the DDR-- everyone got an education. People helped each other without being asked. There was a lot of inter-dependance and independence. The East Germans talk so much about "basteln"-- I had thought this meant "doing crafts", but the Germans here use it to mean rigging stuff up and doing things themselves. So, for example, all of the rooms were decorated with things that had been made at home-- needlecrafted hangings, embroidered towels-- or, my favorite was a set of vases that the tour guide said were very common to find-- they were made form metal that probably had been stolen from the factory. All of the East Germans laughed about their "polytechnic education"-- by this they meant that all of them had been trained in all of the arts. Men could sew and cook and knit and women were trained in metal work and car mechanics and so on. Our class moderator-- a funny type in her mid-80's said that she mocks Wessi women who don't know how to change a tire--- that she was taught plumbing and some beginning electircity and had that can-do attitude that gives her the confidence to get under the car and check out what the problem is in case of trouble. I wish I were more like that and I admire that here.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Leipzig




Back from a great weekend in Leipzig. The weather was supposed to be bad but turned out to be cool and just a bit overcast-- perfect for all the walking we did. We had a tour on Saturday by a pastor of a Lutheran church outside of Leipzig that had taken part in the Peaceful Revolution of 1989. His stories were fascinating and I think I'll do a special post later on that-- both becuase I am short on time and also because I am having camera problems again &&&***()(*(^&*%&$^!
My pictures from Leipzig appear to have been erased. i don't know if this is true or if they are locked away on the obscure memory card I can't seem to get to.
Anyway, I'm trying to think positive thoughts about this and have e-mailed Olympus for advice from on high (Mt. Olympus, perhaps...)
So-- in the meantime, a brief overview. We had a walking tour of the city-- the two important churches in the Friedliche Revolution that I'll talk about later, I hope-- and a look at the architecture of the city. I then went with Fran, another teacher to a concert at the Thomaskirche where Bach had worked. Fabulous (and only 2,50 Euros!) Organ concert and then choir-- a Bach motette and then music by a few modern composers that i found very beautiful-- this Morten Lauridson I thought was fabulous-- Mary, you must know who he is but I've never heard of him (By the way, if you're reading, why does everybody here call Mendolsohn "Felix Mendolssohn Bardoldy"? Why don't we do that at home?)
Then the two of us went to the Stassi Museum-- very amateurish museum but with great artifacts. It was a look at the workings of the German secret police, so there were document files, jars with people's scents colelcted for the dogs, secret disguises and bugs of all kinds, document shredders, funny communist propaganda leaflets (my favorite being instructions for young people how they could craft a tank at home out of two bicycles for the defense of the Homeland)
We had lunch in Auerbach's Kellar-- written about in Faust and, I guess where many of the greats of Leipzig-- Bach, Schumann, Mendelssohn-Barthody once ate. Very good and atmospheric (Just as an aside-- I'm happy to see that my frugality is also pretty much shared by the others on the trip. This 20 Euro meal was seen as a splurge by all and there is always discussions about the cheaper ways to do things.)
The hotel was very modern with an immense and amazing breakfast buffet that would have put the Roycroft Inn breakfast to shame-- at least in terms of freshness and food quality. Just the chees variety was incredible-- and free to us.
The next day I spent largely by myself. I went to this incredible Zeit Geschichtliches Forum. This had a huge exhibit about humor and satire in Germany and them a huge exhibit floor with post war and DDR and after reunification history themes of all sorts. There were monitors with personal interviews, laminated documents and letters to read and lots and lots of great things to see-- all sorts of every day objects from the DDR and every part of life imaginable examined and described. Since all was, of course, in German, I had to take some breaks just to clear my head. I walked around and took pictures (now unavailable to me, as described). I sat for about an hour or so and listened to a Cossack choir on the street-- a group of older Russian men singing Cossack folksongs. They sounded so soulful and beautiful one moment and then lively the next. I also took photos of them (of course also not available to me) The group reunited in the evening at the train station and then returned to Wittenberg. I stayed up late with Frau Meissner talking and so am a bit tired today. I'm going to post this and then am off to have dinner-- we're being treated by the head of the program at a local restuarant. Pray for good tech support for me and my camera.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Teaching






So today was the long-awaited day. I've been preparing my presentation for what feels like forever and today was my day to teach. I am so grateful that it was early in the trip because I think I have thought about this and spent more time on the $$%%# Powerpoint than I did in all of the other preparations for the trip.
The class I was to teach was at a Berufschule in Mittelfeld , a part of Wittenberg. The Berufschule seems similar to a community college and I was slated to talk on the last day of school to kids in the Culinary Arts program of Herr Weiss.
I had such a good time! Herr Weiss ended up being this funny, friendly teacher who (for any of the hundreds of people who I'm sure are now reading my blog-- HA! - who know Richey Kegler-- he looked very much like him) See photo above (below? Haven't quite worked out where pictures will pop up and I'm too lazy to micro-manage it) Anyway...So, you can see from the pictures that the kids were a bit older but they were really receptive. Immediately the technology failed. The open-sourced software that the school used was incomprehensible to Herr Weiss's computer ( and I couldn't use my computer because the computer and the "Beamer"-- the word in German for projector-- isn't that funny how they think they can speak English but can't quite? -- were one)
So on to plan B. Luckily I had xeroxed some photos and so I just showed them and talked and generally yucked it up with the kids. The Sillybands I had brought were a TREMENDOUS hit. Not too kiddy for them-- they LOVED them (although they hated the maple sugar candy and weren't shy about saying so. The class was over too soon, oddly enough, but then Herr Weiss said that the kids were clamouring for more and could I stay (You love me, you really love me... or maybe you just don't want to have to work in the next class...) Anyway, I did and yacked some more-- I felt really in the German zone -- it was fun.

Wittenberg


First of all, thanks for the comments. It often feels as if I'm throwing these words into the ether-- is anyone there. Glad to know everyone is still alive and doing fine at home-- You're in the home stretch , Dave (and George!) I'm starting with a few photos of Wittenberg. On the left is the old University Building from the inside-- a passage through to the courtyard. On the right is the Collegienstrasse leading from the University to the Markplatz.

Today I'm going to tell you a little about what I know about Wittenberg so far. It's an old, medieval town that has become a city. I think it must be about the size of, say, Batavia in its entirety. I see mostly the "Altstadt", or older part of the town, becuase I am lucky enough to live right on the edge of it. The view from my window is actually the old post office. Coincidentally, when I found I was coming here, I googled images of Wittenberg and the Alte Post was the first thing I saw. Now I see it every morning.
Frau Meissner's apartment is about a hundred years old. It's considered an historic building and i guess the owner got some financial support from the government in its restoration, but also had to adhere to strict historical guidelines (the ceilings, for example, are really high and couldn't be lowered) During the DDR, the building was used as a factory to make lemonade mix, but I can't detect any residual smell!
I am right around the corner from the University. Now, I know you are all picturing Cornell or UB-- a series of buildings. This is only one, medieval building where classes were taught and students lived. There is really no eral university any more. Students still live and study there but they're really going to the University of Halle, a nearby city. Through the building is a courtyard and behind the courtyard is Martin Luther's house-- actually a really large building where her lived and entertained (future post on Martin Luther and the Martin Luther craze)
If you walk past the University instead of through it, you find yourself on Collegienstrasse. This is the main drag of Wittenberg, with all of the stores and also with the place I go every day for classes, the Leucorea. It's a very old building with a new inside. Student groups like ours come there to learn German. At the moment, for example, there is some conference for health professionals who, I think, are learning German and about the German health system. I guess they get groups from all over the world.
There are some surprising things about Wittenberg. I haven't travelled a lot to "the new states"-- as former East Germany is called, and certainly not at all since right after "die Wende"-- Reunification. (I was in Berlin and Potsdam briefly in the early 90's. I had assumed that all would be pretty much like West Germany. But here you can see evidence of the lower employment levels of the East. Many buildings have grafitti on them. Here and there stores are empty with "for rent" signs on them. Occasional vacant lots may have weeds-- that's pretty unheard of stuff for West Germany. In some ways I like the slightly shabby look of the town. It has a little of the underdog feel that Buffalo has.
The newer part of the city also has remnants of that beautiful and graceful East German architecture called here "Plattenbau"--huge slabs of concrete were pored and then stacked like cards to make big, monolythic blocks of buildings. Both schools I visited yesterday were Plattenbau buildings,only the Hundertwasser Schule, as you saw from the pictures, was dramatically changed-- quite a feat, considering what they started with.
The old part of the city has amazing, great architectural details. Rich merchants built these towers on their houses or built the facades up on their town houses and so here and there are all of these decorative extras on the houses-- colorful fronts, sometimes and interesting windows and doors. I'll take some pictures of these later.
Last night after classes we went to an English Stammtisch. That's the name the Germans give to a table at a restaurant where at a particular time people come together to speak English. The group was outside on the terrase of this beautiful old building drinking beer and wine. I immediately found out, though, that almost everyone there was a native American speaker. They were all there with a Lutheran group-- really nice, earnest older Midwestern ladies. There was an extremely annoying man there with them who comes every summer to Wittenberg to set up services for visiting Lutherans who speak English. He insisted on saying Wittenberg with a W and not a V and spoke terrible German. What had he been doing all these summers in Wittenberg? Despite this obvious deficit, he insisted in instructing me like a little kid and conducted himself as if he were a native (actually, he hilariously kept refering to the Wittenbergers as "natives"-- as if he had been sent from civilized America to tame the savages) Then a few Germans came, but their English was really limited and so they kept reverting to German with me. I didn't mind, but the annoying pastor kept correcting me and telling me that these people needed to learn English (!) The mosquitos were incredible—clouds of them and no defense until one of the Germans asked the waiter for bug spray and he brought some out. Then the evening got better. Some other Germans arrived and the party got going. Unlike "Wesis" (what Germans called Germans from western Germany), "Osis" (easterners) don't speak great English (even the younger ones educated after Russian was the principle school language) and conversation flipped back and forth between the two languages. I've found the Wittenbergers that I've met to be incredibly friendly and often very funny-- I wonder if that is also part of being from a less developed part of the country. So far, Eastern Germany suites me fine.
Here are a few photos. On the left is my apartment house and on the right is the Leuchorea where I go
to school every day.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

School Visits





Up at 3 in the morning today and unable to fall asleep for the rest of the night, practically-- No problem! Up with the birds and on to school visitations! ( Do I sound a bit giddy-- it's not an accident!) I feel somewhat as if I'm operating on a different plane. Yesterday I took a long walk in the city and I felt like twirling around like Maria in The Sound of Music. I'm here! Today my brain feels fuzzy and I'm having some attention deficit problems. Also, because everything is conducted in German and sometimes the themes can be a bit complex, I'm working really hard to focus, focus, focus.
So, about these school visits. We went to two schools today-- both are in the death-throws of the school year, looking summer vacation in the face and, I'm sure, delighted to see visitors from America. Still, people were nice. We sat in on a 6th grade class at the "Sekundarschule"-- a high school type for those kids not particularly inclined to go on to the university. The class was very similar in feel to, say, a class in Kenmore. The kids seemed a bit squirmy but then did the class without much distraction. I volunteered for the class so I could tell Mary Beth, Erin and Greg (my esteemed Math colleagues) about it. In discussion with the teacher, I mentioned that my office mate, Greg, told me that because of the wide use of calculators many students have forgotten how to divide doing paper and pencil. She thought that was astounding and humorous-- they don't allow calculators until the 7th grade. They did a class with tangrams-- it didn't look particularly strenuous to me, but it was almost the last day of school.
Then on to a fifth grade English class at the Hundertwasser Gymnasium (Officially the Luther-Meloncthon Gymnasium. These kids are going on to college and it was very evident from their attention and behavior. Very little fooling around, although the class was quite a bit larger.
The really interesting thing for me, though, was the look of the Gymnasium. It was designed in a crazily delightful style by the German architect Friedensreich Hundertwasser. I'm posting a bunch of pictures here so you can see for yourself.

Frau Meissner

The first full day in Germany. First a few words to describe Frau Meissner. She is a widow in her early 70's and was a Russian teacher before "die Wende" (reunification-- called "The Change" here) I could not have been luckier. She is full of stories and very kind. Her family came from East Prussia (now Poland) at the end of the war when it was clear that the would be hunted out of Poland. She was one of eleven kids. Her parents knew that Hitler didn't have a chance of winning the war and so the father made arrangements with her mother to rendezvous if at all possible in a town near Wittenberg after the war (they had family there). The family was not allowed to leave for Germany proper during the war,as this would be seen as an admission of Hitler's coming defeat, and so the mother smuggled the kids out one by one to relatives in Germany until there was just an older sun and the four (!) youngest children-- the youngest being 5 months old. Frau Meissner told me that the mother was miraculously able to get on a train out of Poland-- one of the last-- and road in the bitter cold in January 1945 with the little children and her mother and the baby in a boxcar back to Germany. They were bombed frequently on the way. She said that her brother remembers that they passed groups of dead German soldiers on the way to the train and their mother told them "Guck mal da, ob das dein Vater ist" (Look there for me and see if that's your father there) Luckily not and they did manage to gather all of the children and her father returned and they were able to reunify the family and get a small farm in the southern part of East Germany, I think, were they were part of an agricultural collective later. Frau Meisner had some amazing stories which I'm going to try to tape and said that overall her experience in the DDR was actually not bad at all. All eleven children were able to be educated, which they would not have had the opportunity to do in East Prussia or, for that matter, as the children of landless farmers in current West Germany.
OK- I could go on with these amazing stories-- that in itself could be a blog. Frau Meisner also has an interestin apartment full of Russian memorabilia and Handwork in an historic house (with 9 other apartments) directly across from the Post Office – right on the edge of the Altstadt-- the historic part of this small city. She is right around the corner from where Martin Luther lived and taught and minutes by foot from the University-- so much for strenuous exercise on the way to school.
We spent a long, but interesting day in school. Everything in German. Everything. Even side conversations with other American teachers are conducted in German. That ends up being actually less work than I had thought. I notice everyone making periodic mistakes and it's actually easier than switching back and forth for me. I'm having a hard time operating in Englisch now, though, and upon re-reading an e-mail to Dave, found that I had unknowingly stuck in a sentence of German. Na sowas! (OK, I meant to do that!)
Time to go to bed. I fear if there's time pressure tomorrow I may have to post without pictures. I hope my words may be interesting enough that you'll keep reading this blog anyway-- or you may just do it out of pity-- or to laugh at me-- Oh, who cares? Hope all is well at home.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Auf nach Deutschland


June 14 – I'm writing tthis on a Intercity express train- gliding quietly through the German countryside. The sun is going down and I am somewhere between Berlin and Wittenberg. While this is officially Day 2 of the trip, in real time, it's been only 24 hours or so since I set out for Toronto. I'm still in relatively good shape, despite the lack of sleep. I think I slept a few times for a half hour to an hour at a time, and I did a lot of dozing, but I'm OK.
Let's back up to yesterday. I can't remember when I packed more into a day. I woke spontaneously at 5:30 in the morning. Here's a chronology of the day:
5:30 – Dave asks if I want to go fishing with him. It's his 50th birthday. How can I say no? Actually, we had a great time and I caught a great trout-- good omen, I think. The stream is beautiful and foggy.
8:30 – Mass with the kids. Suddenly,during the collection Georgie is moved by the generosity of stewardship to grab Rosie's purse and hand over ALL the money in her purse. Rosie was up in the front singing with me and watched helpless and aghast. Hilarious (to me!)
12:00 – We spur of the moment decided to attend the Church's breakfast to benefit Haiti. I have to say, I didn't expect to work that and fishing in too!
2:00 – Rosie's Eighth Grade Graduation from Waldorf. I actually thought I'd be more of a mess than I was-- maybe the general stress of the impending trip took my mind off it.
4:00 – my dear friend, Emily Eisenbaum took me downtown for the shuttle to Toronto. Thanks, Emily!

Everything proceeded pretty much as planned throughout the trip. Rosie had asked me to take pictures of Helsinki and I had told her that most airports looked pretty similar. NOT TRUE. I was sad that I didn't have a window seat as we were landing. I could see the landscape-- miles and miles of pine forests punctuated by red Scandinavian farmhouses that looked out of Karl Larsson or the Emil stories. The airport was small but extremely stylish-- even the bathrooms were Scandinavian modern at its most chic. I realized with sorrow, though, while in said Scandinavian bathroom that I had left my book on board the plane. The stewardess was not simpathetic and gave me the phone number of the Lost and Found, which I pessimisticly did not call.
On to Germany. Went without incident by bus to the train station-- brand new and huge. I bought a ticket as instructed to Wittenberg, and made the train without trouble. Once on the train, though, CRISIS! Where was my ticket. Had I left it on the platform? The train started to move. I was trying not to panic. I asked the guy behind me if I had left it there when I lifted my luggage up from his seat. No. I proceeded to search-- unzipping and zipping the considerable number of pockets in my considerable number of bags. Nothing. (I have to point out as an aside here that I was on a German Intercity train. They are orderly, clean and quiet as the grave-- except for all of the zip-zipping coming from the sweaty American lady with the backpack, computer, suitcase und, und, und... Endlich! In an obscure pocket of my purse I found it-- at last. Then I settled in and began to write this blog (I'm finishing it actually on Tuesday) Now I read it and it sounds so peaceful- which it was... Then, about when I was at 2:00 I heard Wittenberg announced. So soon? I grabbed my things hurriedly and made for the door. Bump, bump, bump went all of my luggage against all of the businessmen sitting in the seats. Finally at the door but how to open it. I looked around, hoping someone would save me-- no help. Then I saw two buttons. Hurriedly I smashed the one that said "Tuer Aufmachen" and the door openned and I was...free. Then, ridiculously the train waited for a good five minutes so all the passengers could observe me making my ignominious escape. Phew!
It was so quiet and beautiful at the trainstation. Quiet. I had made it. I found a phone booth and dialed my "Gastmutter", Frau Meissner (Erika) Did I want to take a taxi or should she come for me? She had no car, she explained, but would be there in 10 minutes with her bike. I've schlepped a lot of backpacks and was game for a walk, so she came on her bike. She loaded her computer in the basket of the bike and we walked to her house. I was great to be on my feet, to have arrived. I could have done twice the distance. I could tell I was going to like Frau Meissner and Iw as relieved to finally be there. Gott sei dank!

OK, you can see I'm cheating with this blog. I'm posting everything late, but there was simply no chance to do this before now (Tuesday night) and who knows when I'll be able to post this.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Last Day of Classes


Yesterday's post looks so neat, so sane. The truth, as always, is much messier. It felt like an entire week-long day of wrestling with technology. I tussled with the blog for an endless amount of time to let it accept my pictures. Then, after numerous attempts to get the School Specialty order submitted correctly, I had a minor melt-down with my very kind department head. I got home to find that the digital camera promised to arrive was not, in fact, here (as was not the Ipod – not necessary to the project, but still eagerly awaited). I feel as if I am bush-wacking through until Sunday-- struggling to push through yards of vines and being hit in the face with brambles, swatting mosquitos as I go. When Sunday arrives, will I have the energy to get on the plane? Ah-- pray for calm.

I decided to bring silly bands and maple sugar candy to Germany for the class I'm teaching. So here's something different-- a picture of Georgie on the horse at Vidler's

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Counting Down and Saying goodbye





One day closer to lift-off day. Today was my last class with a few classes. One group of freshmen took their IA exam and I'll see them again in the fall. My IB Sophomores had their last class with me today. For many of them, this is the end of German and it's always a bit sad to let them go. Here are some studious photos of them taking their exams and some crazy pictures too.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Getting ready to go


This is my first post for my new blog, so it might be kind of rough. Life has been a little rough as I struggle to get everything done-- all of the preparations for going plus all of the preparations for leaving the family at home plus all of the things that have to be done at the end of the school year-- exams, grades and putting the year to rest. I keep checking things off one by one and as each job gets done, I feel a bit closer to leaving. I can't say I'm excited yet-- no time for that now!