..................election day.
Me nervous.
If Bush wins, well, my remaining months in Germany will surely be filled with even more 'I hate America and I hate you' sentiment than I have already experienced. But certainly the thought of returning to my home country will be equally repulsive. So, let's be optimistic. The few American students here have long been planning an election night party. Either outcome would be reason for getting uberbetrunken. The plan was: a shot for every state that Bush wins, and if your home state elects Bush, a shot for every electoral vote granted him. Leland has been spreading word for weeks. Somehow, word got to an important professor and also to some news people. The regional news, equivalent to state-wide, is coming to our party. They will be interviewing us for our reactions. And they're bringing food. It's going to be a late night with the time difference. And for all of you stateside, VOTE!
For Halloween I dressed up as the color blue. Lame, I know, but I literally had no time to gather a costume. Very few Germans dressed up, but they still partied. I ended up getting very drunk and riding my bike home. In the morning I had no recollection of this ride, but thankfully hadn't crashed. My bruises from my last accident haven't faded, and are now accompanied by weird bumps.
I was internet-unaccessible for over a week, which caused me much grief. I am gleaming a passage from Nikki (viele danke) in summary of that time period:
i just got back from a 10 day vacation
i got to see some really great friends who i won't be able to see for another year or so.
i met some really cool kids from holland and deutschland and some really fucking lame kids from kentucky.
i worked on a project that was the biggest waste of my time and any chance i could, i would go to my room and sleep.
it was lamelamelame. the professors that were at the workshop, with the exception of 2, were there to pat eachother on the back and take some paid vacations.
I handled this less well than Nikki, though. When a drunk professor critiqued my group's project, I literally screamed at him. I scared him, my group, and everyone within earshot. He later apologized to me and avoided me the rest of the week. And of course, he is a professor here in Dortmund. There's something to say about professionalism. Europe has instilled a much lower bullshit-tolerance in me.
please vote.
If Bush wins, well, my remaining months in Germany will surely be filled with even more 'I hate America and I hate you' sentiment than I have already experienced. But certainly the thought of returning to my home country will be equally repulsive. So, let's be optimistic. The few American students here have long been planning an election night party. Either outcome would be reason for getting uberbetrunken. The plan was: a shot for every state that Bush wins, and if your home state elects Bush, a shot for every electoral vote granted him. Leland has been spreading word for weeks. Somehow, word got to an important professor and also to some news people. The regional news, equivalent to state-wide, is coming to our party. They will be interviewing us for our reactions. And they're bringing food. It's going to be a late night with the time difference. And for all of you stateside, VOTE!
For Halloween I dressed up as the color blue. Lame, I know, but I literally had no time to gather a costume. Very few Germans dressed up, but they still partied. I ended up getting very drunk and riding my bike home. In the morning I had no recollection of this ride, but thankfully hadn't crashed. My bruises from my last accident haven't faded, and are now accompanied by weird bumps.
I was internet-unaccessible for over a week, which caused me much grief. I am gleaming a passage from Nikki (viele danke) in summary of that time period:
i just got back from a 10 day vacation
i got to see some really great friends who i won't be able to see for another year or so.
i met some really cool kids from holland and deutschland and some really fucking lame kids from kentucky.
i worked on a project that was the biggest waste of my time and any chance i could, i would go to my room and sleep.
it was lamelamelame. the professors that were at the workshop, with the exception of 2, were there to pat eachother on the back and take some paid vacations.
I handled this less well than Nikki, though. When a drunk professor critiqued my group's project, I literally screamed at him. I scared him, my group, and everyone within earshot. He later apologized to me and avoided me the rest of the week. And of course, he is a professor here in Dortmund. There's something to say about professionalism. Europe has instilled a much lower bullshit-tolerance in me.
please vote.