Saturday, April 9, 2011

Goethe, and my American shame- my tale of a belated G

"A cleaver man commits no minor blunders." 
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.
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My junior year of high school I spent the entire summer in Europe.  I traveled to too many countries to list and was an exchange student in three countries: Hungary, Czechoslovakia, and Germany.

My exchange student picture. I am adorable.
I left a shy thing with a group of people I did not know.  I remember the most terrifying part was walking away from my family onto the plane.  I cried once I sat down.  The summer was a whirlwind of cathedrals, old statues, funny languages, and being submerged into multiple cultures.  I walked more then I ever have, and got use to a schedule of midday naps, big lunches and light dinners.  I lost so much weight...it was freaking amazing!  Pretty sure I was physically meant to be European.

Living in different homes was such a gift.  I grew up nestled in middle class suburbia with my bipolar sister.  It was amazing to see how others live, to stretch my wings in "normal."

The family that I remember the most was my German one.  I was there for a month.  I attended school but mostly skipped and ate a ton of Italian ice cream. The host mother spoke no English.  The host father and my host bother and sister where the only ones that spoke a little bit of English.  I quickly learned to understand body language, and listen to key words.  I could pick up on stories and what they said without knowing any German.  My German family were great about taking me out and about to see the sites.


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On one of my last weekends in Germany the family made a trip to Frankfurt.  I think we hit almost every historical site in town.  I was tired by the time we arrived at Goethe's birthplace.  We we arrived and were about to get tickets to go inside I have to admit my enthusiasm was lacking.  I was 16...and admittedly probably not the most gracious.  There might have been some yawning.  I was always quiet and not one to just wildly enthusiastic about many things. When my host father asked me who Goethe was I was surprised, and well frankly had no idea.  I am pretty sure I made one of those classic teenage facial expressions between a shrug and and a blank look.  Then did my best impression of someone who is quick thinking, "a writer."  I know brilliant. My poor host father looked exacerbated.

He quickly asked, "You do know who William Shakespeare is don't you?" Clearly being sassy but I think genuinely rethinking American public education.

I nodded and said, "To be or not to be guy."  Host dad rolled his eyes and walked away.  We never went into the Goethe house.

That was the only time I have ever felt stupid.  I know he didn't mean to make me doubt my intelligence he was was frustrated. Isn't it strange the things we remember from a lifetime of experiences.  An entire trip and the one moment that stands out to me the most is the one that was negative.  


6 comments:

  1. It sounds like an amazing trip! I enjoyed reading about it. I'm like that sometimes, too...I look back on a great experience and I remember the negative parts of it. I've tried really, really hard to avoid doing that, but I lapse back into it every now and then!

    *Julie

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  2. Negative, yes, but oh what a life lesson! Loved your post for G. Well done.

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  3. You are so right. A beautiful experience can be mared by one negative event. That family may remember you in a much better light than you remember that moment, but the experience for you is completely different now.

    I often think on the old teacher saying "They will not remember what you said, but how you made them feel." Of course, it is only after a sarcastic remark because I have answered the same question five times before that I remember this statement.

    "To err is human, to forgive is devine". If it helps, I am quite confident that my former teachers laid odds on when I would become the queen of the trailer park.

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  4. Nice post. Each country believes its writers/philosophers are the best...and we all have a tendency to remember the bad things as opposed to the good ones!
    Am glad that it gave you a different perspective on life, but I am not sure that there is such a thing as "normality"...

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  5. I don't think I knew who he was at that age either and if I did I didn't care.

    Learning really is a life-long process and even at the end there are a million things we haven't learned.

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