"A cleaver man commits no minor blunders."
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.
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.|
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.
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.