This exchange marks a big chapter in my life.
Strange new things. Leaving old ones behind. I came into the
program pumped and ready to go. I never admitted it but a couple
months before leaving i started to get scared. Thats something new
for me. I always greet challenges with a smile on my face. But
this time it was different. This wasnt a challenge. This was
something totally different. This was a new life. I was leaving
everything I knew and loved behind. My family, my friends, my
school, my city, my life. I stepped on the plane and took my seat.
Once the plane departed there was no turning back. This was it. I
decided that I was going to make the best of it.
After too many hours of being on a plane I was finally dumped off
in Frankfurt. Close to the worst 6 hours of my life. The lay over
was long. In the last hour I was frantically searching for my
gate. Lucky for me they didnt post it till 45 minutes before
departure. When they did finally post it I had no clue where it
was. I was destined for Geneva. So I look and look. There is no
Geneva. I go up to an airport worker man and in broken french as
for the right gate. He asks where I am going. I say Switzerland.
He asks my final destination. I say Fribourg. OH NO FRIEBOURG!!!
NON NON THATS IN GERMANY!!! I say...no...Fribourg is in
Switzerland. So after many minutes of arguing we finally figure out
whats what and he points me towards the Genf gate...WHAT IS GENF?!!?
Im not even in my host country and I have already learned a valuable
lesson. All the cities in the German and French parts of Europe
have 2 names. The French Name and the German Name. So unless you
know them both its gonna be a little tricky getting around.
I finally arrived. It was only me and my host mom for 2 weeks
because my brother and dad were on a mountaineering trip in India
was about 20 other people. It was cool. She took me around
Switzerland a little bit and showed me all the sites and we toured
Fribourg one day. So it was decent. But until school started it
was pretty null.
School started and I was a little scared. Another first for me.
Im used to just being able to walk in and immediately spot a crowd
of friends. In America it was easier to not be afraid cause you
have done it all before. But here it was all new and I could barely
read my schedule. Luckily my first day was only a half day. The
first hald I was in the hospital getting my cast taken off. So my
first real day of school was okay. Its kinda a blur cause I couldnt
understand a word of what was going on. It was easier than I
expected though. The crutches I was using was a good ice breaker.
I didnt know how to explain my injury so I just recalled all the
things my host mom would tell other people and I just repeated
that. I got along ok for the first week.
Then the second week people started opening up. Now my best
friend is Xavier L. We hang out everyday after school and on the
weekends. I go out to lunch with my other friends and we go out on
the weekends. And with Xavier A. and some others I go to hockey
games on Saturdays and some Fridays.
After being with kids all the time and going to some festivals my
language has improved a lot. Now I am able to hold conversations
with my friends. I can also help explain the math, chemistry and
biology with some difficulty.
I could really go on for pages and pages of my adventures and
thoughts and what not. But I think now I am just rambling. This
gets me thinking. For the first 3 weeks I kept a journal. Maybe I
should pick that back up! CIAO!