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This means I'm holy shit actually going to Berlin for a month to unforget my German.
I'm alternatingly excited and terrified. Excited for fairly obvious reasons: spending a month in my favorite city, re-immersing myself in German language & culture (with the benefit of being 13 years older than my junior year abroad), meeting new people.
Terrified because I'm going by myself, not knowing anybody. I'm a Jungian extrovert; I become extremely miserable if I don't have people in meatspace with whom I can connect. With the combination of 5 hours of class 5 days a week and a roommate I'll be "on" enough for it not to be overwhelming, but even if I had a nerdy person to have dinner/beer with every Friday or something, that would go far. (It is extremely unlikely to be as horrible as the year I spent in Oregon for my residency. For one thing, it's one month, not twelve.)
Terrified because I'm breaking my routine, getting out of my comfort zone. Every time I've taken an MBTI, I've come back strongly J. 100% J. I like things in neat rows, orderly, and well planned out. Not knowing where I'm going to live, what sort of person my roommate will be, whether the people in the class will be friendly, how easy it'll be to get to talk to Ben (via phone, skype, or AIM).
I don't remember being nervous about going to Marburg for a year, though there was one other girl from my class who went. We were in different housing areas (she was in the Studentendorf, and I was stuck out in Wehrda), and we basically never spoke. I met some other folks in my mandatory language class, though we lost touch afterward. (I ran into one of them, another American, around the end of June, and she invited me to a 4th of July thing she was having down at the river. There were some other Americans, some Canadians, and a few Germans there. The Germans were horrified by marshmallows: too sweet! Which reminds me of the time when I Really Really wanted a Mountain Dew, so I searched the import area of Ahrens and found a single 12-oz can of Dew for ... 2,65DM, or about $1.95 at the time. Damn right I paid it, and bought an equally overpriced can of A&W. My floormates, especially Olav from Bremerhaven, were horrified at the nuclear yellow Dew and thought the A&W was too sweet.)
Though I have this weird ability to accept things once they happen and adapt readily. (Apparently that's part of being ESTJ, according to the internets. Though I'm apparently borderline T/F.)
So I may be overly worried, because I can't plan this thing 100%. I'll work on planning the subsequent two weeks in Vienna and Budapest instead. For me, half the fun is in the planning.
I'm alternatingly excited and terrified. Excited for fairly obvious reasons: spending a month in my favorite city, re-immersing myself in German language & culture (with the benefit of being 13 years older than my junior year abroad), meeting new people.
Terrified because I'm going by myself, not knowing anybody. I'm a Jungian extrovert; I become extremely miserable if I don't have people in meatspace with whom I can connect. With the combination of 5 hours of class 5 days a week and a roommate I'll be "on" enough for it not to be overwhelming, but even if I had a nerdy person to have dinner/beer with every Friday or something, that would go far. (It is extremely unlikely to be as horrible as the year I spent in Oregon for my residency. For one thing, it's one month, not twelve.)
Terrified because I'm breaking my routine, getting out of my comfort zone. Every time I've taken an MBTI, I've come back strongly J. 100% J. I like things in neat rows, orderly, and well planned out. Not knowing where I'm going to live, what sort of person my roommate will be, whether the people in the class will be friendly, how easy it'll be to get to talk to Ben (via phone, skype, or AIM).
I don't remember being nervous about going to Marburg for a year, though there was one other girl from my class who went. We were in different housing areas (she was in the Studentendorf, and I was stuck out in Wehrda), and we basically never spoke. I met some other folks in my mandatory language class, though we lost touch afterward. (I ran into one of them, another American, around the end of June, and she invited me to a 4th of July thing she was having down at the river. There were some other Americans, some Canadians, and a few Germans there. The Germans were horrified by marshmallows: too sweet! Which reminds me of the time when I Really Really wanted a Mountain Dew, so I searched the import area of Ahrens and found a single 12-oz can of Dew for ... 2,65DM, or about $1.95 at the time. Damn right I paid it, and bought an equally overpriced can of A&W. My floormates, especially Olav from Bremerhaven, were horrified at the nuclear yellow Dew and thought the A&W was too sweet.)
Though I have this weird ability to accept things once they happen and adapt readily. (Apparently that's part of being ESTJ, according to the internets. Though I'm apparently borderline T/F.)
So I may be overly worried, because I can't plan this thing 100%. I'll work on planning the subsequent two weeks in Vienna and Budapest instead. For me, half the fun is in the planning.
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Date: 2010-02-05 05:58 pm (UTC)From:GO YOU!
LIfe is there to take if you just grab it!!!asdf
*other inspirational slogans*
=D
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Date: 2010-02-06 01:18 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-02-05 06:04 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-02-06 01:28 am (UTC)From:The housing director is also supposed to match you up fairly well, according to the person I pestered with questions.
The Goethe Institut has a branch in Atlanta, if you're so inclined once you finish school. (When the class meets seems to depend on the level, so it may not be compatible with all the other stuff you have going on. And it's fairly inexpensive.)
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Date: 2010-02-05 07:59 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-02-06 01:30 am (UTC)From: