Taking my Mind for a Walk

It's weird, in a way. I just went on facebook, scrolled through my newsfeed and saw some really nice events in Leipzig or Nuremberg. And I thought "Oh cool, I'd love to take part in these!" until I remembered: That might be difficult to manage. Like my mum once said: A few years ago, before the internet was so popular, when you were away, you were away. The only way to contact people at home was through letters or very expensive calls. And now it's a bit like I'm not even gone. I still know everything that happens back in Germany, I know who has their exams, I know when to whish them good luck and when to ask how it went (Gosh, I hope I don't forget it after saying that... If so: I'm sorry). The only thing that's different, is that I'm not physically there, but I can still see the people, on skype for instance. On one side, that is wonderful. Even though I'm more than 1,400 km away, I can still talk to my friends and family. I can share the wonderful, funny and maybe even sad moments of my life in Wales with them and vice versa. But on the other hand it's more difficult for me to just... be here if that makes any sense. It feels a bit like being at three places at the same time: Leipzig, Nuremberg and Bangor. And that can really be exhausting. So, if you don't hear anything from me for some time, please don't worry. I'm probably busy exploring Bangor and its surroundings.
Congrats, you made it through the "philosophical" part (for now).

Anyway, I really enjoy university. I had my first Welsh lesson. Since I started from zero here I already knew a lot of the words, but it still was interesting since some of the expressions differed from what I learned. I'm looking forward to the next lesson tomorrow!
I just love the Contemporary Literatures module! Like I explained the last time, the classes and lectures are much shorter here and we cover way more texts. At first I was sceptic of that, but by now I completely enjoy it. To put it in words that are not mine: University is a chance, to take your mind for a walk. And while in Germany I take my mind for long walks, exploring a few areas in detail; here I can take my mind for many walks where I can take a look at areas that I might want to visit later. Plus, the seminars are basically open discussions which I find really interesting. It offers the possibility to discuss with other students as well as with your teacher and has always provided me with new fascinating perspectives.

I also had a training session for being an FLA (Foreign Language Assistant), in other words: I will help with teaching German in a local school. I also visited the school twice now, once to simply to visit the school and set a few dates when I can come for lesson observations and to start my placement. Today I had my first lesson observation in a 12. grade. I was surprised by the high level of German they were speaking, especially grammar wise. I'm so looking forward to start teaching next week!

Oh, last Sunday it was Xhulia's (my housemate) birthday. Since she saved me from Jacqueline, I bought here a spiderman cake. It was so sweet that you can probably get diabetes by just thinking about it, but totally worth it. We had a wonderful evening with the people we met two days before on a tandem event. (Basically people with different mothertongues talking to each other to practice the languages they are learning. It was awesome!)

I haven't seen Jacqueline since "the incident". I just hope she took her family and fled the country (or at least my room). Or maybe she's planning her revenge... Anyway, I'm prepared. I bought insect spray the day after I met her. And yes I know that spiders aren't insects, I just hope that Jacqueline doesn't know that.

That's it for today. Please imagine some awesome closing sentence here, I can't think of any right now.

1.2.17 20:23, kommentieren

A spider named Jacqueline

What a bad, bad blogging person I am...

I promise to try to post more often this time. Emphasis on "try". Also I decided to switch into English. Not only do I want to improve my written English, but I am also a considerate person, so now my 'numerous' non-German friends can follow my blog as well

Well, here I am. Bangor, Gwynedd in the north of Wales. I arrived 10 days ago, on Sunday the 15th of January and obviously, a lot has happened since then.

My first days here were pretty exciting. I arrived in the evening, so obviously I didn't do much on Sunday. I talked a little bit with the Italian girl that was viewing the house and went to sleep quite early. The next day, she moved in. So I spent the whole Monday walking around the city with Xhulia, getting lost once or twice (it took us four hours to find Lidl which is about 10 minutes from our house) and just having lots of fun. It was exhausting (Bangor really has a few very steep hills...) but I think we both enjoyed it.
On Tuesday, the Introduction Week for all Erasmus students started. So the next few days were a lot of running around, collecting signatures for modules, getting stressed because certain things wouldn't work out and missing seemingly important events like the library tour. In the evenings we also got to know our other housemates a little better. I can tell you, I'm really happy that I moved in here and not in the student halls.
In the end, everything worked out with our modules so we had some free time for the weekend.

We were a little bit sad that we couldn't go on a trip to Liverpool (there were no tickets left), but actually it was the best thing that could have happened to us! Thanks to Meic, we had a wonderful trip to Llanberis, Caernarfon and Llanfairpwll­gwyngyllgogery­chwyrndrobwll­llantysilio­gogogoch (there really is nothing interesting in this city, apart from the railstation sign). We had a great time visiting beautiful places and learning interesting things about the region as well as fun facts (such as that the pub we went to the other night used to be a catholic church until about 10 years ago).

Two days later, on Monday, University officially started. Boy, was I nervous! I soon realised, that a few things were quite different to Germany. One, the seminars and lectures are much shorter (1,5 hours in Germany, not quite an hour here). Secondly, in Contemporary Literatures we cover a new book every week, while in Germany we usually discuss about 3-5 books each semester, plus a few poems. Because of this and the shorter lesson time, the lectures are stuffed with information and I needed some time after the lecture to go through everything again to process it.
But I do enjoy it so far. So much information! So much to learn! So much to discuss! I'm sure I will change my mind about this whole "the more information I get, the better" as soon as my first essay is due (3rd of march) and I actually have to put all this information on the paper, but so far I love it.

To close my first entry in ages, a little anecdote of how everybody in this house (and probably in the whole street) learned that I am afraid of spiders.
I was sitting on my bed tonight, skyping with my friend Charlotte (sorry for nearly giving you a heart attack by the way), when I suddenly heard a weird scratching sound next to my ear. So I turned around and saw this massive spider climbing on my wall like it owned the place! (Well, to be fair it has probably lived here for longer then I have, but still...)
So I let out a massive scream while jumping from my bed in a karate move that would have made Bruce Lee proud. At least that's how I imagine it, makes the whole thing look a little bit more awesome and slightly less embarrassing.
Anyway, after trying to calm myself down - I was stuck in a mixture of screaming, laughter and weeping and YES, that spider was really that big. Ok, maybe not really THAT big. It was big, alright? - I went downstairs to the living room where my soon-to-be-heroine Xhulia was cooking some dinner. I told her what just happened, and she went into my room to get rid of the spider. I was still skyping with Charlotte, so she witnessed an other of my ridiculously loud screams as the spider - which we thought was sitting under the bed - suddenly crawled towards my foot. By that time I think the whole house knew what was going on and I wouldn't have been surprised if a neighbour would have come by to check who was screeching so loud.
Anyway, my screaming apparently chased the spider out of the room. Or maybe it was Xhulia, who used one of my shoes as a weapon. Either way, the spider got out, we couldn't find it and Xhulia named it Jacqueline. Actually, she named it before when she made me feel bad because she was going to kill it. (Which I honestly didn't want. And yes, I'm one of those people. "Please get rid of the spider. But don't kill it!" ). To show me that the spider probably has a family and a job and friends (those were actually my words), she named it "Jacqueline". To me, it was more of a Frank but whatever. I just hope that Jacqueline/Frank stays out of my room tonight. I'm ok with sharing the house with a spider, but not my room.

I'll keep you posted about Jacqueline/Frank and everything else. At least I will try this time


Hwyl!

26.1.17 01:35, kommentieren

F.ck this. And F.ck that.

Alright...  Jetzt  spinnt auch noch die Bildschirmtastatur an meinem tablet.  Und dafür hab ich grad echt keinen Nerv..

Die wichtigsten Infos: Ich lebe noch, bin in Oban und fühle mich pudelwohl hier!
Wenn mir meine technischen Geräte  wieder gehorchen,  gibts  wieder mehr Infos

12.3.15 14:58, kommentieren

Living loud

Ich sitze jetzt im Hostel in Oban, habe gutes Internet, nix zu tun und habe beschlossen, für euch in den sauren Apfel zu beißen und auf meinem Tablet zu tippen. Es nervt mich jetzt schon, ich brauch eine Tastatur verdammt! Aber was tut man nicht alles für die wenn überhaupt drei Leute, die hier ab und zu reinschauen? :D (Im Ernst, wer tut sich das schon freiwillig an? ^^)

Aber zum wichtigsten: Mein Monat in Irland! Es war... eigentlich unbeschreiblich, aber ich will es trotzdem versuchen.
Angefangen hat alles in Maynooth. Wie in meinem letzten Eintrag schon erwähnt, habe ich dort auf einem Reiterhof mit ca. 14 Pferden gearbeitet (hat variiert). Ursprünglich sollte ich bis zum 3.3 da bleiben, doch es ist alles anders gekommen... Aber first things first.
Die Arbeit war.. ok, nichts allzu spannendes, Pferde füttern und Boxen ausmisten größtenteils. Angefangen haben wir um ca. 8:30 uhr, nachdem wir entspannt und ausgiebig gefrühstückt hatten. (Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass ich das mal sage, aber das Toastbrot hängt mir zum Hals raus!)
Dann Pferde füttern, zwei auf die Koppel bringen (Ja, tatsächlich, zwei von vierzehn...), manchmal auch noch die Schulponys rausbringen, dann ausmisten. Meistens waren wir um zwei Uhr fertig, mal früher, mal später. Dann gab es Mittagessen, meistens Fertigzeug, danach hatten wir frei. Ein paar mal sind wir nach Maynooth gefahren, zweimal auch nach Dublin und ich hatte mit Anna und Monica immer einen Heidenspaß! Danke für diese tolle Zeit ihr zwei!

Was das reiten anging.... Nunja.... Kaum jemand wusste etwas über die Pferde, die wir reiten sollten, und niemand hat sich dafür interessiert, wie gut oder schlecht wir reiten. Niemand hat mir je wirklich zugeschaut, und das erste Pferd, das ich reiten sollte, war eine Dreijährige. War auch ganz ok, allerdings ist sie ein paar Tage später ziemlich abgedreht, und ich hatte einen eindrucksvollen Blick auf ihren Bauch, als sie fast senkrecht vor mir gestiegen ist... Zum Glück war Monica da, um mir zu helfen. Jedoch war es auch ein ziemliches Problem, sie wieder einzufangen. Also bin ich zum Haus gerannt, um Hilfe zu holen. Das ganze hat niemanden interessiert und ich wurde recht bald wieder mit dem immer noch panischen Pferd allein gelassen um sie zu longieren, wobei sie immer wieder ausgebrochen und durchgegangen ist und mich quer über den Platz gezogen hat. Aber naja, passiert... Monica hat mir zum Glück nochmal geholfen.
Das war eine von vielen Situationen, warum Monica und ich beschlossen haben, früher zu gehen.
Mit der Zeit hat sich dann unser Plan gebildet: Monica würde am 18.2 nach Dublin in ein Hostel gehen, ich sollte am 21.2 nachkommen und wir wollten uns über couchsurfing einen Platz für die nächsten  paar Tage suchen. Das hat leider - oder besser zum Glück - nicht geklappt.
Dann würde Monica am Mittwwoch, den 25. für einen Tag nach Paris fliegen. Anna sollte ins Hostel nachkommen und am 26.2.2015, um etwa 6:30 Uhr morgens würde unser eigenes, kleines Abenteuer starten: Ein Roadtrip durch Irland!

Und dass die Spannung bestehen bleibt, erzähl ich davon morgen oder so, also haltet die Ohren steif und schaut nochmal rein

The best is yet to come!

5.3.15 18:27, kommentieren

Sendepause, klappe die zweite

Aufgrund von kaum vorhandenen Internet plus kaputten Notebooks (blödes Ding, habs erst seit ein paar Monaten -.-) wird es vorerst nichts von mir zu lesen geben. Nur so viel an Info: Die Zeit auf dem Hof in Irland war teils teils, stressig aber schön, teilweise hat mein host recht merkwürdige sachen gemacht... aber ja, die Mädels, die mit mir hier gearbeitet haben sind übelst nett und wir gehen nächste Woche zusammen auf einen Roadtrip durch Irland!

Und ab morgen heißt es erstmal: Dublin!!

 

So long, haltet die Ohren steif, bis ich wieder gutes Internet und irgendwas PC artiges habe

2 Kommentare 20.2.15 19:46, kommentieren