A Lecture in the Land of Lederhosen and Beer

Posted: March 24, 2009 by Katie in Uncategorized
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I’m writing this blog sitting in the middle of my friend’s Economic Policy lecture at Mannheim University in Germany. Why am I not paying attention? Well, dear friend, it’s all in German, and my two measly high school German courses couldn’t have prepared me for this. I only remember how to say, “You have a yellow bald spot” and “how often do you shit?” I have a feeling if I used these in class, the professor wouldn’t take to kindly to it.

For the last few days of spring break, I decided to pay a visit to Vanessa, my German exchange student from high school. She lived at my house for a month, and then I lived with her family for a month and attended her classes. I was as lost then as I am now.

With the brass monkey next to Heidelberg's bridge. That funky monkey.

With the brass monkey next to Heidelberg's bridge. That funky monkey.

Yesterday Vanessa and I met up wit her friend Fabian in his hometown Heidelberg, a quaint, traditional German town. Its cute German architecture and beautiful castle make it a popular tourist destination. Fabian volunteered to give us the grand tour. (Update: Vanessa just drew a penis on my notebook paper. Always classy.)

Tweedledee learned the affects of too much beer and too little sleep the hard way.

Tweedledee learned the affects of too much beer and too little sleep the hard way.

To his surprise, two of his hung-over friends showed up and insisted on accompanying us. Consider them a German incarnation of Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Lead by the Tweedletwins, we gallivanted across town, marched across the famous Karlsbücke bridge, trudged up the 375 steps to Heidelberg castle, and topped it all of with some hot chocolate. Running on a mere 3 hours of sleep, the boys were finally tuckered out. We bid farewell, with a kiss on each cheek, and boarded the train back to Mannheim.

And now the room of good-looking blondes has closed their notebooks and put on their coats and scarves. Class is over, and so is my German adventure. Danke to Germany for the world’s best people watching (just yesterday I spotted a middle-aged woman clad in a red and black checkered miniskirt, pointy gothic shoes, sporting a mullet.) Danke Germany for your beer and lush chocolates. But most of all, Dankeschön for your tall, sexy boys. They always keep me coming back for more.

Auf Wiedersehen,

–Katie Allyn

  1. Mandy says:

    How DO you say How often do you shit in German? Inquiring minds need to know.

  2. Julia says:

    I never made it over to Germany…I hope it was fun! Did you go to Berlin?

  3. Katie says:

    Julia: Sadly, I didn’t make it to Berlin this time. Perhaps next year.

    Mandy: It’s “wie oft scheisst du?” Be sure to say this often to German figures of authority. They love it.

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