Day 7 (Tag Sieben)European Union, Summer 2012
Funny how today is my 7th day and also the 1st day of classes, I feel complete, me and Sarah are in the econ elective while Batu, Caroline, Sam and Alex are in the Political Science elective, we all have the same seminar class. It is also political science and conflict stuff. The things I don’t care much for because they are often stories and we all know that there are many sides to one story. My opinion is that the different groups are all children in the world’s sandbox and when something happens you have to sit each child down and ask them for their side of the story. Each story will be different, each story will have some similarities to the other stories but one thing remains certain, the truth will be lost. Documents are lost and falsely created, events are forgotten and misremembered. The truth will never be known. So we take the closest thing to it and run with it. We run our countries with this false information and plan for tomorrow with it but inevitably more problems will arise and looking to the past will not help, but rather confuse us. I choose to only worry about today and tomorrow; tomorrow meaning any day that I plan to see. I am in college because tomorrow I will have to get a job. I will get a job because tomorrow I will have a family.
After classes we eat lunch at the Mensa.
Then we come back to the IES center and random guy and girl run in after us, they are from Texas group and just got back from Paris late for their 1st class. We then head to German class, then research… Not good students but research for personal trips on the side, Alex plays the piano it inspires me…
Old stories of heroism
Inspire youth to prosper
Fly, like a bird
Soar, like an eagle
Their attempts to grow are all but feeble
Reach new heights
In danger’s hand
They find themselves fighting
Their own shadows
Their minds play tricks
Their emotions the victims
During seminar class the German guy told us that German nationalism is actually a negative thing. You’re not supposed to be proud of your country and the first two lines of the national anthem are Illegal. Can you believe that? What if our national anthem were illegal? I could see people still singing it anyway. Regardless we finished the first day of classes and subsequently our first week in Freiburg. For dinner, we (Sarah and Sam) cook chicken and vegetables for Batu, the Turkish student. And despite his girlfriend having forgotten his birthday, he said it was the best birthday he’d ever had. I wrote a poem for him.
Who is Batu?
Batu is Hallo
Batu is Choos
Batu is a spirit never dying
Batu is truthful, never lying
Batu is a shoulder, when you are crying
Batu is funny, even when not trying
Ladies love Batu
Men love Batu
Animals love Batu
Anyone who doesn’t love Batu hasn’t met Batu
But when you do, you will see
Batu is you, Batu is me
Batu is a man
Batu is kind
Batu is caring
Batu is a friend of mine
From cooking with Batu to biking with Batu
From dancing to Batu to hiking with Batu
Counting with Batu, eins, zwie, drie
That Batu is one hell of a guy
His response, “I love it, it is perfect.” Good end to a good day.
This concludes my first 7 days.
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