Clichés!! That Are Running Amuck!!! (Amuck, amuck, amuck!!)

The world is your oyster.


How many times have we heard that one? As many times as you told your parents whatever it is that made them believe you were an underachiever. I always thought it was stupid. As a matter of fact, I sort of still do...it's funny because that phrase totally just popped into my head as I was thinking about my blog. It was like, "Start your new post with me!!! Do it!!" Kind of like Donkey saying "Pick me! Pick me!" in Shrek...

But now that I'm an exchange student, that phrase is so darn applicable. I've been to Paris, I live in Berlin, I'm going to go to Barcelona, I'll be in Rome and Venice and Prague by the end of the year, maybe even London...the word literally is my oyster. If you're willing to call me a pearl, that is. I've seen so many things in the past three and a half months, and I'll be seeing so many more. It's blowing my mind how small the world is. My second host family's daughter is in my district, and I met a guy from Hungary who got really excited when he found out that I'm an American with my particular political views. My second host father's cousin or something is the current host father of one of the guys from my district who is living in Sweden. There's a guy in my Rotary club who works at the American Embassy and has met Condoleezza Rice, former President Bush and current President Obama...and there are so many other things that aren't popping into my head immediately. The world is my oyster.


Dreams do come true.

Umm...I live in Berlin. I'm learning the German language in the best way possible. I'm going to go to Barcelona, I've been to Paris, I'll be going to Rome and Venice and Prague. I live in Berlin. I'm an Exchange Student, for Pete's freaking sake. I know a lot of you readers know me (but as I found out by looking at my stats, there are some who I don't know, too) and have for quite a while. Especially my family will realize this, but I've wanted to be an exchange student since I knew what the combination of those two words in that context means. And ever since that vacation with my family eons ago, I've always wanted to come back to Germany. Here I am. In the capital of Germany. I have friends from around the world, I know how to say I Love Ponies in Portuguese. Okay, well...that last one hasn't exactly always been a dream of mine, but who can say that? Other than Portuguese and Brazilian people, I mean...

So yeah, dreams can come true. I happen to be an extremely lucky and extraordinarily blessed person who had one of her biggest dreams come true very early on in life. It gives me the confidence to go out and make all of my other dreams come true, too.


Hard work pays off.


Okay, this is probably one of those things you hate hearing. I know, sitting around and watching movies all day is very fun. (I know this one from experience, you can't argue with it. As if you'd want to...) But at the end of the day, all you did was sit around and watch a bunch of movies. But you gotta put in some effort, too. This one really ties into the last one - you can't make your dreams come true without hard work. And very rarely do dreams come true without you making them. I've been working toward my dream of doing an exchange before I even realized what I was doing. I worked hard in school (I could have worked harder, I'll admit it), I did a lot of extra-curricular activities. I didn't make (too many) stupid mistakes. I did my best to respect authority and obey the rules. And then there was all the effort that went into the application and making a good impression, smiling through headaches and wanting to punch people...

And if you've been reading this at all, you know that this year hasn't been all fun and games so far...and if you haven't been reading this at all....GO DO IT. Because it's awesome. :)

But really. Exchange is fun. But you can only get to the fun stuff after you've gone to school and given yourself a headache trying to understand, after going to Rotary meetings and smiling to all of the people you don't really know, and sitting there and trying not to fall asleep during the presentations that you can't understand no matter how hard you try. The fun comes between the waves of homesickness, the days when you wonder why you ever thought exchange was a good idea. So yeah. Hard work does pay off. It really does. I mean - I understood a German comedian the other day. Because I've been speaking German every freaking day for the past three and a half months. And I've made mistakes every other sentence I've said in German for those past three and a half months. The way I see it is that at least I'm providing comic relief to my host family. I mean, they can't tell me that it's not stressful to host an exchange student. I can bet they've all gotten sick of me at least once. Well, they say laughter is the best medicine....I'm sure as heck making them all laugh at my fumbling attempts to speak German.


You never know what you've got till it's gone.


Two words: SO TRUE. You don't know how wonderful those smothering mom hugs in very public places are until you can't have them. You don't realize how desperately you love the school that you hate because everyone knows everyone else until you go to school and don't know anyone. You can't know how wonderful that rumor everyone just spread about you is until you can't understand what they're saying about you. You can't know how welcome that feeling of oh-my-gosh-the-teacher-just-asked-me-a-question-and-I-don't-know-what-it-was can be until you can't understand anything, literally.


You really hate this term too. But go on exchange and you'll realize why it's said so doggone often.


Friends are forever.


Yes, yes. This is especially for you, Çinar.

Explanation time: I'm talking with my Turkish friend on facebook right now and he just started reading my blog and was shocked and very "angry" to learn that I had not put a picture of him on my blog. So here we go. I just hope that three pictures are an acceptable solution to the problem. :p (P.S. If you look really closely at the last one, you'll realize that his eyes aren't open...hehehehe)


Suck it up, Fluffy.


Okay, well, this one isn't really a cliché. But...it had to be mentioned. Immortalized. Written on the stone of the modern age.

This is another one of those ones that you learn to live by if you go on exchange. If you come from my family.

I'm leaving this post on this note as a friendly and loving shout-out (I hate that term) to my wonderful family who I love very much. I hope you guys have a wondertasticfantastamazing Thanksgiving. I can't wait to skype with you guys tomorrow. <3

I Write this from Behind an Impenetrable Wall...

I suppose the only redeeming fact that I can use to protect myself is that it has NOT been a full month since my last post...

Okay, well....since my last post....or rather, what I was going to say in what was supposed to have been my next post was that I love the Charité. Because it's an amazing research facility that is wonderful and let me come in and watch some of the work, to get an idea of what it's like to work in a lab. Well...let me put it this way - I think that I could definitely work in a lab. I have some photographic evidence of how awesome it is.

It's brain cells!!!! Neurons and astrocytes and all sorts of fantastic things that can be found in that thing that's allowing you to read this!!!! Isn't it fabulously pretty? You know what makes it (if it's even possible, that is) prettier??? I DID THAT. It was a histology staining, and I was the one that prepared that particular sample. And a whole tray full of them too!! I had such a great time there. 

Umm...I don't know really what happened between then and now...this is where you can all throw [virtual] rocks at me because if I had been a loyal and regular and really good blogger, then I would have posted before this and have remembered more and this post would be more than just two major events....

So I'm going to skip about three weeks into the future from that and go straight to......PARISREISE!!!

Yep. Every year, my district (of awesomeness) makes a trip to Paris. The City of Lights, The City of Love. As we found out, it also happens to be the City of Dirty, Sketchy Alleys Behind Your Hotel. But that's just an interesting smidgeon of information that really doesn't figure into the story all that much. CRAZY weekend. We left Thursday afternoon/evening around five. And when I say we, I mean 90 exchange students crammed onto two coach buses. If you've been reading closely, you'll be wondering, "90? I thought 1940 only had 60 or so? Is exchange impairing your math skills, Sarah?" To which I will reply that I never had any math skills. But yes, you're right. 1940 is only about sixty. But ParisReise is so freaking awesome that there were roughly 30 other kids from other districts (including one girl on exchange in ITALY) who came along with us.

We rolled into Paris around...gosh, I don't even remember....somewhere between 8 and 9 I'm going to say, on Friday morning. One bus went for food (not mine, of course...) while the other sat in the hotel and waited for rooms that were very reluctant to poof into existence. Eventually everything got sorted out and we all went for a walk - to the Metro station. Yes, 90 exchange students, clumped into many different circles, speaking many different languages (really, it was mostly just English, Spanish and Portuguese (there were about twenty Brazilians in the group)) standing around like bums (not really) in the Paris underground. This happened more times than I care to count. 

Off to the Louvre we went. 

Why yes, that is the Mona Lisa. 

That, however, is my favorite thing in the entire museum. Although that's probably not a very okay thing to say because I don't think I saw everything in the museum - it's kinda freaking GINORMOUS. But....it probably would still be my favorite thing in the museum if I saw everything. It's La Victoire de Samothrace. It's...amazing. Here's a closer picture of it. That I didn't take. 

It reminds me of a poem by Emily Brönte.

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne'er returned again!

But in a totally opposite sort of way. I would love to say that I wrote a poetic response to that stanza with the statue in mind, but I didn't....but now I probably will tonight. There's something about standing there....I remember I was on the other side of the museum and I looked through the hall (as with so many big awesome museums, there are places where you can stand and see straight through to the other side) and saw it...I kind of stopped dead and had to go there to see it closer. I dragged the person I was with at that point along with me....there's a majestic strength that just...makes you want to lead the rebellion of a good cause or...something. It's a sort of Joan-of-Arc-y thing, I think...

Anyway...that was the biggest part of Friday. We did some other stuff too. Saturday was Versailles - I was superinsanelycrazilyfreakishly excited about Versailles. It was...not as superawesomeinsanelywonderful as I was thinking it was going to be. But we still had fun. :) 

[Fake] Planking fun. :)

Me, sitting on a wall in the gardens of Versailles. Probably the best part of that part of the trip. Beautiful day, great memory. 

Now, I know what you're all waiting for....I give you.......

THE EIFFEL TOWER!!! (Or, as my exhaustion-addled mouth/brain combination was wont to call it, the Tower of Paris...) This photo was taken....Saturday night. It was....beautiful. Now, in reality, the lights are yellow and the background is not black. I took some artistic liberties and had some fun with my iPhoto editor options. :) I like the way it turned out. 

Umm...so...those last two pictures? Yeah...I took those from INSIDE THE EIFFEL TOWER. Because one of my wonderful Finnish friends and I decided to burn some calories and save some money - by climbing the Eiffel Tower's 700 open-to-the-public steps. It was....there aren't words. I really can't think of appropriate words to describe the feeling. I mean....I was high. Off the surface of the earth, and on life. It was....insane. One of the best feelings in the world. Seriously, if you go to Paris, do not take the elevator. Even though you don't get to go all the way to the top...the feeling you get from seeing the view that you CLIMBED to is...priceless. 

This is my favorite view from the Tower. The photo of the tower at night? I took it from that open spot above the smaller pillars. Quite a view. We were all a little loopy on the view. 

This is the video I took of the organ at Notre Dame. The video is a little worthless, but I wanted the audio....it's not very good quality, but...gosh...it was beautiful. 

The first photo is the entire group in front of the Louvre (duh) and the second one is just a small group of us who ended up in the same place at the end of one of our free times in the vicinity of the Eiffel Tower. 

So...that's my big monster huge long post...I hope it's enough to make up for my recent inadequacies. Please, let it be. I love you all. <3

Oh. And I'm moving host families in less than a month. I'm excited, but a little sad because I love my current host family. <3