Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Worst hat zwei.
Roughly translated, that would mean "Everyting has an end; only the sausage has two."
That's right folks. I better start learning German because I'll be leaving the country for Hannover, Germany in August. I will be an au pair for 3 children. And yes, I am scared shitless.
Let me say this: It is time to move. If I did not take this opportunity I imagine that I would regret it later. It will be scary moving to a country where I don't even know the national language, but learning is a continual process, so I will learn to speak German. Needless to say, I'm sure it will be an adventure of its own.
I hope these kids like me. I'm a pretty likeable person I should think, but kids are often tricky. I hope that I'm creative and fun enough for these kids who rarely watch television. Therefore I'll need to regress back to backyard classics that Blythe and I invented in order to keep these kids entertained. Classics like "Middle of Nowhere" and "Don't Touch the Ground!" See, "Middle of Nowhere" was fun because we would pretend we were lost (in the middle of nowhere of course) and we would find mint leaves and chives and eat them, our only food sources. We would play this all day sometimes, coming up with random scenerios about how we would survive. However, I don't really remember how we were to have found ourselves in the middle of nowhere in the first place. Blythe do you remember? "Don't Touch the Ground!" was also fun because we'd pretend there was a lava pit beneath my playground and well, we couldn't touch the ground. I just realized how creative our titles were for these games we played, but it doesn't matter, the games themselves were fun and lasted for hours. I need to get back to thinking like a child would. What's fun for 5 and 8 year old girls? Do they even play with Barbies anymore? An even better question would be, would I be able to play with Barbies anymore without a perverted mind? After the age of 11, Barbie and Ken had a lot of sex. We didn't call her "Slut and Strut" Barbie for nothing.
I'm also concerned about German humor. I am told that it is not like ours or even British humor. That it takes years in fact to be able to understand and appreciate it. I also read that Germans and other Europeans look down upon unecessary smiling. That they see it as a sign of a weak mind. Is this all TRUE? I better not be giddy or unusually happy in public. Shit. I really don't want to be that stupid American that everyone can point out a mile away.
I suppose that a little bit of this worrying and concern comes unecessarily. I've gotten this book from the library about German culture so I can begin to accept this large a drastic change in my life. I'm not sure it's helping to ease my troubles, but rather adding some extra anxieties to my notions of German life and culture. I just need to suck it up. I can do this dammit!
That's right folks. I better start learning German because I'll be leaving the country for Hannover, Germany in August. I will be an au pair for 3 children. And yes, I am scared shitless.
Let me say this: It is time to move. If I did not take this opportunity I imagine that I would regret it later. It will be scary moving to a country where I don't even know the national language, but learning is a continual process, so I will learn to speak German. Needless to say, I'm sure it will be an adventure of its own.
I hope these kids like me. I'm a pretty likeable person I should think, but kids are often tricky. I hope that I'm creative and fun enough for these kids who rarely watch television. Therefore I'll need to regress back to backyard classics that Blythe and I invented in order to keep these kids entertained. Classics like "Middle of Nowhere" and "Don't Touch the Ground!" See, "Middle of Nowhere" was fun because we would pretend we were lost (in the middle of nowhere of course) and we would find mint leaves and chives and eat them, our only food sources. We would play this all day sometimes, coming up with random scenerios about how we would survive. However, I don't really remember how we were to have found ourselves in the middle of nowhere in the first place. Blythe do you remember? "Don't Touch the Ground!" was also fun because we'd pretend there was a lava pit beneath my playground and well, we couldn't touch the ground. I just realized how creative our titles were for these games we played, but it doesn't matter, the games themselves were fun and lasted for hours. I need to get back to thinking like a child would. What's fun for 5 and 8 year old girls? Do they even play with Barbies anymore? An even better question would be, would I be able to play with Barbies anymore without a perverted mind? After the age of 11, Barbie and Ken had a lot of sex. We didn't call her "Slut and Strut" Barbie for nothing.
I'm also concerned about German humor. I am told that it is not like ours or even British humor. That it takes years in fact to be able to understand and appreciate it. I also read that Germans and other Europeans look down upon unecessary smiling. That they see it as a sign of a weak mind. Is this all TRUE? I better not be giddy or unusually happy in public. Shit. I really don't want to be that stupid American that everyone can point out a mile away.
I suppose that a little bit of this worrying and concern comes unecessarily. I've gotten this book from the library about German culture so I can begin to accept this large a drastic change in my life. I'm not sure it's helping to ease my troubles, but rather adding some extra anxieties to my notions of German life and culture. I just need to suck it up. I can do this dammit!
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