<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352</id><updated>2011-12-03T04:22:59.468-05:00</updated><category term='AFS'/><category term='exchange student'/><category term='exchange program'/><title type='text'>Mishaps and Observations of an American in Berlin</title><subtitle type='html'>"A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way." 
-Mark Twain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2268982960370267783</id><published>2011-01-31T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:00:59.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW.</title><content type='html'>I've been back for six months now, and it still shocks me to remember how long it's been and how long I've been away... I'm starting to forget things.  I haven't forgotten the German winter, though, and I truly don't miss it.  These are the three adjectives that describe a German winter.&lt;br /&gt;1) COLD.&lt;br /&gt;2) Icy.&lt;br /&gt;3) Dark.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's still cold and icy and dark, but it's not COLD (except sometimes) and we have well over two feet of snow on the ground, and it's not getting dark until 5:30 (whoa!).  Plus we're expecting an almost-blizzard for the next 48 hours involving  ice pellets, heavy snow and 18-24 inches of accumulation.  For the season, we've already had 4 snow days and 2 two-hour delays, and it's not even February.  My guess is that we'll have another two snow days this week alone.  This is getting ridiculous.  But hey, I'm not complaining... last year I had to bike to school. Actually last year I had to get up at 6:15 and walk down to sweep chimneys.  I suppose this is somewhat of an improvement... although I really am not a fan of my schedule at the moment (AP Biology, AP US History, Honors Precalculus, and a class at Smith) just homework-wise.  Although we did just have a massive unit test in Bio so I'm starting fresh in all my classes. That will be nice, I think. And the next two days of snow and (hopefully) no school will help me recuperate from today's hard schedule of... 45 minute classes.  (The final on Thursday was pushed to this morning due to the delay... so we had a 2-hour test and jumped right into our semester 2 classes of 45 minutes each. Lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the snow! (And ice pellets...?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2268982960370267783?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2268982960370267783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2268982960370267783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2268982960370267783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2268982960370267783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow.html' title='SNOW.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-1876934557804384540</id><published>2010-07-07T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:08:35.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home.</title><content type='html'>In less than 24 hours, I'll be on a train out of here. I found my passport (in a small pocket of my backpack- I thought it was so smart to put it there until I forgot) and my train ticket (in my old journal- I was still using it often when I put the ticket and papers in it, and then switched journals and forgot about it).  So, all panic aside, I still have to manage to fit everything... my overstuffed duffel bag weighs in at 19,5 kilos, so I'm good on that (max weight is 23) and my backpack can go up to 20 but I've only got 10 because I'm really bad at squishing things. I have a small cardboard box filled with random stuff- notebooks, american money, pictures, cds... and I have to find a place for it all or send YET ANOTHER package home. I'm really hoping I don't have to do that. I have faith in my packing skills. I think. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than packing, it's really weird to be going back... to be leaving... VERY weird. I can't really even describe how I feel. I'm leaving the people who I've lived with for a year, and going back to people I've lived with for 16 years but haven't seen in such a long time. Who knows when I'll see my German family again, who knows when I'll get a chance to come back here. It makes me feel empty inside when I think about it, so instead I focus on packing and everything is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-1876934557804384540?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1876934557804384540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=1876934557804384540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1876934557804384540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1876934557804384540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-home.html' title='Going home.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6112394653347043216</id><published>2010-06-22T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:19:35.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding down...</title><content type='html'>In sixteen days I'll be on a plane. Out of Deutschland. For who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not particularly sad. I'm also not particularly happy. I'm so excited to see my friends and family again, but to know that this year is coming to an end and I will never be able to live the same way again is very strange. I'm already packing all my stuff because my host brother comes home from his AFS year in Tennessee in a few days, and I'm in his room. I'm planning to have all my stuff packed by Friday so I can move into my older host sister's room- she actually comes back home on the day I leave, so the timing works out perfectly. But thinking about goodbyes is so hard, because I don't know what to do- these people have taken me into their house for ten months, and now I'm packing my bags and leave, and it could be many years before I return. Even if I do, it'll all be different. I'll be older, they'll be older, and we'll have lived apart for a long time. I won't be a part of the household anymore. And that is just odd to consider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things:&lt;br /&gt;-today is the first day since End-of-Stay Camp (June 9-13) that I haven't needed a sweatshirt to go outside. Hello? It's summer! Where's the summer weather?&lt;br /&gt;-next Monday my class is heading off to Holland for a 4-night Klassenfahrt, or class trip. We'll be spending a day in Amsterdam, and I'm quite excited. &lt;br /&gt;-I got next year's class schedule- future exchange students, if you're doing your year as a junior, watch out. Your senior year is going to be KILLER. (Okay, well, it is in my case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go pack now... Daniela bought me two bier steins, which was very nice of course, but how on earth am I supposed to pack them? Sheesh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6112394653347043216?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6112394653347043216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6112394653347043216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6112394653347043216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6112394653347043216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/06/winding-down.html' title='Winding down...'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-3486928804023573549</id><published>2010-06-01T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:06:53.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juni und Jammern</title><content type='html'>"And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays."  -James Russell Lowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently Mr. Lowell didn't spend much time in Berlin in June... it's the first day of June and barely scraping over 50°, and it's poured every day for a week. I keep forgetting it's already spring because it's so darn chilly, and then I remember that SUMMER is in TWENTY DAYS. Now that's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got our travel information from AFS Germany... flying out of Frankfurt-am-Main at 12:20 on the 9th of July! I think the three Berlin Americans and I are taking the train on the 8th so we don't have to get up at 2 a.m. the next day. I'm pretty darn pumped, myself. I'll miss Germany, but I'm quite excited to get on with the next chapter of my life (aka summertime.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as for the title, "Juni" is German for June and "jammern" means to complain or lament. Which I've been doing a lot of lately- about 99% being aimed at the weather. I think we're supposed to see a few minutes of sun this weekend, though. So I'm hopeful that I can stop jammering soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-3486928804023573549?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3486928804023573549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=3486928804023573549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3486928804023573549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3486928804023573549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/06/juni-und-jammern.html' title='Juni und Jammern'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4235092498117338542</id><published>2010-05-29T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:37:29.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a good quote</title><content type='html'>"To succeed in life, you need 3 things: a wishbone, a backbone, and a funnybone." -Reba McEntire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4235092498117338542?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4235092498117338542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4235092498117338542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4235092498117338542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4235092498117338542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-quote.html' title='a good quote'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5389544199367846400</id><published>2010-05-25T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:53:45.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT</title><content type='html'>I am taking the German SAT subject test in 10 days. My head is currently whirling with coordinating conjunctions, subjunctive moods, and auxiliary verbs... not to mention I'm trying to shove as much vocabulary in as I possibly can. So I apologize for my slight lack of communication... between June 5th and June 9th I'll get on that! And then I'll be gone again for our AFS END OF STAY camp. That means we're almost at the end. I believe the current count is 44 days. Holy guacamole!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5389544199367846400?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5389544199367846400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5389544199367846400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5389544199367846400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5389544199367846400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/05/sat.html' title='SAT'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-1912041594067004254</id><published>2010-05-11T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:05:43.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, at 10:10 am (promptly- we are in Germany, you know), I am leaving on a flight to France! Well, actually a flight to Frankfurt am Main, and then a flight to Toulouse, Frankreich. It's only a one-hour layover, though. And then I'll be spending four days in the lovely south of France! I am quite excited, and all my stuff is packed (I'm guessing I overpacked like usual) and I'm prepared to leave the house at 7 am (yippee...) to take various buses and UBahns to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;-seeing a new country&lt;br /&gt;-meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;-eating French pastries and various other delicacies&lt;br /&gt;-relaxing&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-relaxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so much looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;-cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My uncle thinks I'm crazy that I'm going to France and I don't like cheese.) &lt;br /&gt;There will be much Frenchness to come, I'm sure! Tschuss! Bonjour! Arrivaderci! Ciao! Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-1912041594067004254?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1912041594067004254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=1912041594067004254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1912041594067004254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1912041594067004254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6551252682223908046</id><published>2010-05-02T07:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:47:38.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/S91fWnEgA_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/YRIyn6Eka9Q/s1600/Hersheys-Kiss-for-You-Tin-Sign-C11751154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/S91fWnEgA_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/YRIyn6Eka9Q/s200/Hersheys-Kiss-for-You-Tin-Sign-C11751154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466630364747269106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite American smooch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/S91ffQ82SdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zjntXlGQH9E/s1600/1437-org.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/S91ffQ82SdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zjntXlGQH9E/s200/1437-org.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466630513428416978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its German equivalent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6551252682223908046?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6551252682223908046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6551252682223908046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6551252682223908046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6551252682223908046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/05/kiss-kiss.html' title='Kiss Kiss'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/S91fWnEgA_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/YRIyn6Eka9Q/s72-c/Hersheys-Kiss-for-You-Tin-Sign-C11751154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-382910109506664362</id><published>2010-04-26T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:08:59.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gesundheit</title><content type='html'>It's a German word ("Healthiness"). You'd think the Germans would use it. I'm pretty sure I've heard about a total of ten Gesundheits the entire time I've been here. In America, if you sneeze in class, you'll often get about 10 "bless yous", including from the teacher. In Germany, I think sneezes are treated more like coughs- just kind of ignored. Although apparently (I have not experienced this for myself but have heard it from other exchange students) if you sneeze three times in a row you get to make a wish. Now I'm shuffling my feet on the carpet trying to get enough dust to rise that I'll sneeze three times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-382910109506664362?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/382910109506664362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=382910109506664362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/382910109506664362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/382910109506664362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/04/gesundheit.html' title='Gesundheit'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7208467372272884030</id><published>2010-04-24T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:31:55.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EGH</title><content type='html'>DDR-Ville. Ost Deutschland. East Germany. Or, as our group of CBYXers have coined it, the East German Hood, or EGH. While I technically live in the former West Germany, I am probably only a few feet from the border. It's pretty hard to tell in the middle of Berlin at this point where the border was unless you look down and see a piece of Wall- a lot of East Berlin has been rebuilt and westernized. However, in what the Americans call the ghetto of Germany, there are groups of young guys who hang around in groups smoking Paul Malls and wearing what they think is gangsta gear. A typical outfit consists of the following: a white fake trucker hat, a plain white jacket, holey white jeans, shiny adidas sneakers, and a fanny pack. The Fanny Pack is essential. The Fanny Pack is where the kids of the EGH store their cigarette-rolling materials. They've got the filters, which they'll hold between their lips while they peel off a paper and pick a bit of tobacco out between their index finger and thumb. Then they'll spread it out all nice and evenly and lick the paper like an envelope to roll it all up into what they consider the coolest G thang ever. And the Americans sit by and watch, trying not to burst into (completely socially inappropriate) hysterical laughter. The G-wannabes swagger out of the S-Bahn, light their cigs with hot pink lighters (stored in the back pocket of their Fanny Packs) and toss their heads at each other in what they think is a gangster nod. And I nod back. Because they make my day every time I see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7208467372272884030?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7208467372272884030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7208467372272884030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7208467372272884030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7208467372272884030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/04/egh.html' title='EGH'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2981297385823917742</id><published>2010-04-24T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:15:31.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oranienburger Straße</title><content type='html'>We've heard stories about this street. This street is the place to go if you're looking for SDA- Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol. It's where the bars and clubs are, it's where the shisha (hookah) dens are, and it's where the hookers are. This is what we've been told by our liasons and friends. And yet I have eaten in various restaurants all down the street, walked along it in daytime and at night, and it's never seemed any different than any other German street. Yesterday, a couple Americans and I were walking out of the U-Bahn in search for a little post-dinner kick. Immediately after we emerged from the smoky underground, Claire whacks me repeatedly on the arm, whispering excitedly, "prostitute! Prostitute!" I turn my head to see a woman wearing a white hoodie over a corset, jean shorts that consisted of less fabric than my underwear, and bright pink go-go boots. We had barely expressed our excitement and amazement at seeing one prostitute when I punch Claire- "there's another one!!" And so there was. In fact, in the entire short length of the street, we saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt; different prostitutes, all of which completely fit the foggy picture of hookers we'd had in our inexperienced American minds. It was ridiculous. We lived off the craziness for the whole night, and after observing several sketch bars from the outside, we went looking in the more open and public vicinity of Friedrichstraße. We ended up getting a few cocktails at an Indian restaurant- I ordered a Latin Lover, which was quite delicious. My companions, who are probably much better at holding alcohol than I am (I don't consider myself experienced enough to say that I can hold anything at all), asked the women at the table next to ours what they were drinking. "Zombies", they laughed, clinking glasses. So they ordered two Zombies, and instead of being served what the women had, they got odd orange concoctions. Apparently they still tasted good, but the women laughed hysterically and pointed at us with their lollipops. (I wonder how many cocktails it takes to make a few middle-aged women suck on lollipops and play practical jokes on a group of teenagers). Oh, the adventures of one Friday night in Germany...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2981297385823917742?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2981297385823917742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2981297385823917742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2981297385823917742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2981297385823917742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/04/oranienburger-strae.html' title='Oranienburger Straße'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-3847103466018247843</id><published>2010-04-21T17:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:19:45.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>Hello. How are you? Beautiful weather today, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's got to be pretty darn impressive in order to warrant a blog post. This morning I got up and the sky looked dangerously grey, but I hoped I could make it to school before it rained and then maybe it'd clear up before I had to bike back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15- math class has begun. I look outside. It's twice as dark and pouring. &lt;br /&gt;8:30- the sun pokes through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;9:00- it's pouring again.&lt;br /&gt;11:20- sunny and gorgeous! Maybe it'll dry off my bike seat.&lt;br /&gt;1:00- pouring. funky-colored sky. &lt;br /&gt;1:20- the sun is back out! Hooray! My bike isn't dry, but with a little sleeve action it was reduced to a bit of dampness.&lt;br /&gt;1:25- ow. It starts hailing on me as I bike home. The temperature seems to have dropped about five degrees (Celcius) since I started biking. My hands are frozen to the handlebars and being pelted by little hailstones.&lt;br /&gt;1:50- full-out sunny. No worries. All this storming must be over.&lt;br /&gt;2:00- walking back from the mailbox from sending a couple letters. It starts hailing again, harder than before. Ow. I run fast.&lt;br /&gt;2:30- sunny. A 30-second rainbow shows up.&lt;br /&gt;4:00- skies are dark, it's pouring.&lt;br /&gt;5:00- host parents come home, it's sunny. They decide to go grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;5:15- never mind. It started pour-hailing again. &lt;br /&gt;7:00- we made dinner with what we had, and ate a lovely meal. Outside it is gorgeous and sunny out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Germany sure likes to exhaust its full range of weather options.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-3847103466018247843?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3847103466018247843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=3847103466018247843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3847103466018247843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3847103466018247843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7330070627443252496</id><published>2010-04-20T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:45:49.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It smells like the first spring rain. Outside my window I can see small pink blossoms falling from the tree like a spring snowstorm. And it's warm enough to wear a t-shirt outside. I love spring. It's the time of birth and regrowth. My fellow Amis and I are trying feebly to "regrow" our previous in-shape pre-Germany bodies... I did go running yesterday! Except then Daniela hinted that it probably wasn't the best idea as the air is full of volcanic ash spat over from Iceland- I was wondering why my lungs were hurting. Gee, I guess I'll just have to stay inside and study for the SATs instead. I actually took a practice test today, even though I'm technically supposed to be studying for the German SATs... but who cares about technicalities anyway. My excitement levels are growing for various trips and plans in the future... these are going to be a fabulous few months!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7330070627443252496?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7330070627443252496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7330070627443252496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7330070627443252496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7330070627443252496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-smells-like-first-spring-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-3793428558164488372</id><published>2010-04-03T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:43:30.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April!</title><content type='html'>Wahoo! The month of Easter, spring, and pranksters. I successfully convinced my mother that I'd spontaneously decided to pierce my nose. From what I hear she had a minor freakout until Olivia reminded her it was the first of April. Whew. It's been quite lovely weather here for the last few days, although I've heard New England has got crazy flooding going on. On Saturday we hung out a lot outside, planting pumpkin seeds, fixing the little bridge on the path to the front door, cleaning up the yard, etc. Clara and I biked down to the ice cream shop and picked up some delicacies to go, which were wrapped up neatly and put in the back basket of Clara's bike on the way home. It was quite delicious.  Easter was quite fun as well- rather similar to American celebrations. Egg-dyeing, egg-finding, big breakfast, etc. We also went to a big bonfire downtown that was supposed to burn the evil ghosts- not sure what this has to do with Easter as a holiday, but it's an annual tradition. Then at about 7 p.m. we headed to Potsdamer Platz via train to see Dirty Dancing live on stage! It was pretty fabulous. The singing was Broadway-good: not Broadway-amazing, but Broadway-acceptable. The dancing, though, was a whole different story. THAT was Broaway-amazing. Times ten. Happy Easter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-3793428558164488372?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3793428558164488372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=3793428558164488372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3793428558164488372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3793428558164488372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-april.html' title='Happy April!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4503418911018252585</id><published>2010-03-27T17:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:55:51.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flatterers</title><content type='html'>Today I was reading through messages from "interested" colleges on a college website... you know, the kind where you put in your GPA, SAT scores, and maybe an intended major or two and colleges from all over the country start selling themselves at your feet. After the PSAT as a sophomore, I admit I was rather flattered- but at this point it's just dull- I hit the delete button for about 90 percent of the messages. However, today I hit the "yes, fine, send me your massive amounts of emails" button even though I have no intention of looking further into the school. My reason? This college had a major in Turf and Turfgrass Management. So if chimney sweeping doesn't work out, I know what my follow-up career choice will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4503418911018252585?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4503418911018252585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4503418911018252585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4503418911018252585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4503418911018252585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/flatterers.html' title='The Flatterers'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5835161253110932958</id><published>2010-03-27T07:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:20:47.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ogorodnikov.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/pancakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 230px;" src="http://ogorodnikov.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/pancakes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider pancakes to be a Sunday-morning staple at home. Or at least every other Sunday. For those of you who feel the same, or have any sort of pancake fetish, here is your German pancake education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN BERLIN: &lt;br /&gt;A Pfannkuchen (literal translation "pancake") resembles a jelly donut. Quite delicious, in my personal opinion. You can find them in just about every bakery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.biomalz-back.de/produkte/einzelne_produktseiten/rezeptur_feine_backwaren/berliner400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.biomalz-back.de/produkte/einzelne_produktseiten/rezeptur_feine_backwaren/berliner400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Eierkuchen, however, more closely resembles a crepe. My aunt makes them at home but calls them German pancakes. They're not a very large part of German meals, but they do show up occasionally. They're usually eaten with jam or nutella and powdered sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rezept-zone.de/site_media/uploads/pfannkuchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.rezept-zone.de/site_media/uploads/pfannkuchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE REST OF THE COUNTRY:&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find a Pfannkuchen, you're going to have to ask for a Berliner. If you ask for a Pfannkuchen, you're going to end up holding an Eierkuchen. Confusing much? If you ask for a Berliner in Berlin, people will just think you're from outside of the city. If you want an American pancake, you're going to have to make 'em yourself- nobody's got a clue what they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5835161253110932958?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5835161253110932958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5835161253110932958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5835161253110932958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5835161253110932958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7884825149164729418</id><published>2010-03-27T06:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:11:22.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks: They ain't just for your feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phone-socks.com/Image/Line-P-socks009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.phone-socks.com/Image/Line-P-socks009.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Germany have socks for every little piece of technology they've got. Cell phones, cameras, iPods. Some people have them for their books. I get German Stares when I pull out my cell phone and it's sockless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7884825149164729418?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7884825149164729418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7884825149164729418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7884825149164729418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7884825149164729418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/socks-they-aint-just-for-your-feet.html' title='Socks: They ain&apos;t just for your feet.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2031479743821824416</id><published>2010-03-26T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:20:23.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades</title><content type='html'>Today my classmates recieved their MSA grades. I'm sure I've already touched on the grading system but now I've got a better understanding and have formulated this handy-dandy table for y'all. (Note that some of these reactions are based off of MSA responses, which are more dramatic than others as this test is so important.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: WOW! AWESOME! I'M AMAZING! High fives all around.&lt;br /&gt;2: *Sob* &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But I should have gotten a one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3: Are you SURE this is what I deserve? Okay, fine, I'll accept it. But don't expect me to smile.&lt;br /&gt;4: My mum's going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;5: I bombed big-time. I'll just fake the parental signature on this one.&lt;br /&gt;6: I fail at life. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I almost think people react better when they get a 3 than a 2 because when people get 2s they get really defensive and try to talk the teacher into giving them a 1. With a three, they just deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2031479743821824416?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2031479743821824416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2031479743821824416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2031479743821824416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2031479743821824416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7361453148599444517</id><published>2010-03-25T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:58:06.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The German Stare</title><content type='html'>I am going to introduce y'all to a new concept. The German Stare is often interpreted as a reaction to you being a foreigner. At least I thought so- I couldn't speak German, I might have worn clothing that shouted "American" though I didn't know it, and I didn't behave like a true German. However, I can at this point pass for a German in brief conversations, and I dress subtly enough that no one suspects I'm a foreigner until I open my mouth too far. The German Stare is simply a part of German culture.  It's not as if we don't stare in America- I've certainly done my fair share of staring- but we tend to look away quickly and pretend we were doing something else if the person we're staring at looks our way. We hide the fact that we're watching, we look out of the corners of our eyes, watch people from behind our magazines or in window reflections. In Germany, if you are at all interesting, people will stare. They will stare directly, look you up and down, and even make eye contact with you if you look at them. Sometimes they'll twist an opinion into their facial expression- of humor, contempt, or distaste. They don't hide it. In some ways it's good- you don't have to wonder if the person likes you or not, as you do in America when people hide behind a fake polite mask. If someone thinks you're dumb or dressed funny, you'll know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7361453148599444517?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7361453148599444517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7361453148599444517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7361453148599444517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7361453148599444517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/german-stare.html' title='The German Stare'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4158042982434672279</id><published>2010-03-25T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:50:55.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>You know the kind. The days where everything just falls into place and feels so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;. I slept in until 9 and then did a bit more college research. I went to Bikram Yoga dressed in my red Converse and my favorite blue dress that Dad bought me in New Hampshire, and that's it. (Okay I had socks and underwear on too.) It was so deliciously warm and sunny out. It's supposed to drop about 15 degrees and pour this weekend, but I'm thoroughly enjoying the sun while it's here. I'm feelin' good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4158042982434672279?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4158042982434672279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4158042982434672279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4158042982434672279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4158042982434672279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='It was just one of those days...'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-3603802157479543607</id><published>2010-03-24T17:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:39:33.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans.</title><content type='html'>I just purchased a plane ticket to Toulouse, France! On May 12 I'll be boarding a plane at 10:00 am, heading to go stay with the family my aunt was an au pair for once upon a time. At this point in time I'm going alone, but I'm hoping to find a travel partner soon (if anyone reading this wants to join me, feel free to call or email!). I'm extremely excited. I promise there will be lots of pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I recieved the following email: "Hi Jasmine, I’m writing to you to officially welcome you into the Junior Counselor program at Wildwood this summer. I feel you are a great candidate for this program and I’m looking forward to working with you!" I officially have my first legit job. From July 25 to August 21, my really good friend I will be working as Junior Counselors at Wildwood! Junior counselors aren't legit counselors (hence we don't have to sleep in the campers' cabins) and we get our own big cabin and all the counselor priveleges AND we get to put it on our college application. Plus I just love camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of colleges... I admit I've been doing a LOT of research lately. I've been making a lot of lists and taking notes on all the colleges that look remotely interesting. Mostly I've got a lot of northeast/ New England colleges, a few Universities of California, and one in Minnesota. My list is getting slowly shorter, and I'm becoming more and more interested in a select few. Of course, I'm also getting remarkably overwhelmed by the enormous tuition fees and tiny acceptance percentages. My mom did tell me about a Northamptonite who recieved $50,000 a year for her tuition at the college she was accepted at, so I'm just keeping positive and hoping for a massive scholarship. Either that or obtain California residence and only pay $7000 tuition or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of fuzzy future plans... I'll write more about them as time passes. For now, I'm going to go to a student q&amp;a session for Boston University online... and enjoy the fact that I have no school tomorrow! One of the few positive features of being in the 10th grade is that the 10th graders have to write a Mittler Schulabschluss, which is a big test including German, English, and Math written sections and a presentation. And I will be sleeping in. Sometimes I really enjoy being an exchange student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-3603802157479543607?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3603802157479543607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=3603802157479543607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3603802157479543607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3603802157479543607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/plans.html' title='Plans.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-85568325159836824</id><published>2010-03-24T08:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:38:55.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Langweilig- boring.</title><content type='html'>Today it was well into the 60°s, and sunny! I bombed a math test (I sort of forgot to study, and I've always been terrible with probability anyway) and aced a physiks test (I think), which evens out to an average academic day. Yesterday evening and again tonight my orchestra is playing along with the school choir in one song during a sort of concert-presentation about Alexander von Humbolt. I haven't actually seen much of it, but it's about this adventurer Humbolt, with a random selection of songs to sort of act as a soundtrack. It's a cool idea, it just isn't quite well-formulated enough to be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to lately... oh, I started watching Glee online- I now understand the new American phenomenon! It's extremely entertaining. Plus it always makes me wish I had the lungs to belt out showtunes without sounding like a strangled duck- ah well. Maybe in my next life. Speaking of American phenomena, I've heard there's quite the health care craze going on! Personally, I think it's an improvement simply because we're going somewhere. If Obama revokes the new bill, we'll just be moving back into the same rut where we've been stuck for several years now. Obama's shown he's got the strength and enough followers to pull across his ideas for improvement, and now there's only one direction to go: forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-85568325159836824?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/85568325159836824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=85568325159836824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/85568325159836824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/85568325159836824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/langweilig-boring.html' title='Langweilig- boring.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4545460157246117499</id><published>2010-03-02T01:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:37:01.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangayum</title><content type='html'>I went to an Australian restaurant yesterday with my liason. I ate a wrap with delicious mango sauce and kangaroo. Not kidding. It was really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4545460157246117499?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4545460157246117499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4545460157246117499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4545460157246117499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4545460157246117499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/03/kangayum.html' title='Kangayum'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6336887263315118894</id><published>2010-02-16T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:18:45.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate and Behavior</title><content type='html'>I am longing for American chocolate products. Yeah, I know Germany's s'posed to have all this amazing chocolate, but there's something about the stuff made in the USA that really hits my taste buds. Maybe it's homey. Maybe it's just plain good.&lt;br /&gt;The three top things I miss in this category:&lt;br /&gt;1)S'Mores (this always comes around mid-winter when I'm on s'more withdrawal)&lt;br /&gt;2)Chocolate chip cookies. Fresh out of the oven... oh so good...&lt;br /&gt;3)Brownie mix brownies. Because I have yet to have tasted brownies that taste better than the ones that we make out of the Ghiradelli cardboard box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting observation for you folks- Germans will ignore you. At first it seriously bugged me, but at this point I'm just used to it. In my house, if Clara calls Sebastian in the other room, he simply won't answer. She'll ask a question and he'll simply stay quiet. And it's not as though he's having a conversation with someone else and trying to teach a lesson by not responding- it seems like he just doesn't feel like answering. Daniela does it too, as does Simon. It's strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6336887263315118894?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6336887263315118894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6336887263315118894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6336887263315118894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6336887263315118894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/chocolate-and-behavior.html' title='Chocolate and Behavior'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-9097535343219008115</id><published>2010-02-13T15:46:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:02:58.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exchange program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exchange student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFS'/><title type='text'>Die Zukunft, pt. 1</title><content type='html'>The future. It's a foggy topic, with wrinkled, fuzzy-edged images in grey tones. I have ideas about what I want to do, who I want to be. I have ideas. Thoughts. Dreams. But I know that nothing's set in stone. When I was in middle school, I planned on traveling in my summers, paying thousands of dollars to go surf in Fiji and paint a school building or two. I matured, went to high school, decided I wanted to go for a semester abroad. I was itching to get out of the country, experience something totally and completely new. As I researched more and more, I found that a semester never seemed to be enough for students. I nearly settled for a year in Ecuador or Finland, which would have meant I would have worked my entire spring semester, without rowing or extracurriculars. I would have worked the whole summer, sent out letters to businesses begging for assistance, to have my experience. But instead I looked to a country I'd never really even considered, rowed on my crew team, and spent my summer rowing and going to camp. I never imagined myself to be living in Berlin when I was an 8th grader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last skype date, my dad asked me if I'd been thinking about colleges. I'm always thinking about colleges- they poke me from the back of my head, asking me if I should be doing something more productive with my time- studying German grammar instead of watching Grey's Anatomy; working on college essays instead of sleeping in. And the fact that my dad actually asked the question, that I am actually the age that I actually need to start thinking about college, sort of slapped me in the face. My friends are turning seventeen and getting their driver's lisences. They're  visiting campuses and trying not to let their AP grades slide. They're taking the SATs and improving their athletic skills in hopes of scholarships. I'm working on my ideas. I don't know what I want to major in in college. Once upon a time I was certain I'd be a world-class novelist and major in English or something of the sort.  Then I realized I liked foreign languages so much more, and thought I'd be a language instructor, or work in international relations. And now, as I'm learning more about foreign relations than ever before, I don't know. There are so many things I could do with a major in international relations, but I don't know if I want to go into that field at all. Lately I've been thinking a lot about a path in medicine. Maybe it's bloomed from my recent infatuation with Grey's Anatomy, which at first I was rather embarrassed about, but I realized that people are influenced by the media. That's what the media's there to do. To open minds, show opportunities and different ways of looking at life (oh, and to make money). I've been doing a little research, and stumbled across this guy and his vlog. He's a third-year med student at Columbia University, and I loved this video about his first day in the operating room. It made me dream about being that person someday- snapping on gloves for the first time... but it's still only an idea.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAYtVdm1Vks&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAYtVdm1Vks&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-9097535343219008115?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/9097535343219008115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=9097535343219008115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/9097535343219008115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/9097535343219008115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/die-zukunft.html' title='Die Zukunft, pt. 1'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2534440816099319042</id><published>2010-02-13T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:19:27.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling listy.</title><content type='html'>Some songs. They make my bus rides a lot shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHRe7s-A-os&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=56DB982E69D74DF5&amp;playnext=1&amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;index=15"&gt;Hiding My Heart Away- Brandi Carlile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGJpFOUIG9c"&gt;Anna- Gunnar Madsen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upp9yuCyXiI&amp;feature=related"&gt;The Quest- Bryn Christopher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrMmr1oMPGA"&gt;Skinny Love- Bon Iver &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPz3YaIJkjQ"&gt;Breathe (2AM)- Anna Nalick &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkJsF16fUmc"&gt;Honey Let Me Sing You a Song- Matt Hires &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3c0rg_Gj0Q"&gt;It Happens- Sugarland&lt;/a&gt; (This one's just incredibly fun to listen to.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_QaXZiLhro&amp;feature=related"&gt;When Fall Comes to New England- Cheryl Wheeler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zgW78QEkBo"&gt;Isn't It Worth It?- The Brilliant Inventions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=go-qXfwR6jM"&gt;The Way You Look Tonight- Maroon 5 (cover)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2534440816099319042?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2534440816099319042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2534440816099319042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2534440816099319042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2534440816099319042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-listy.html' title='feeling listy.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7512769854555474588</id><published>2010-02-12T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:20:55.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>actually not sleeping.</title><content type='html'>Because I took a shower and I don't like sleeping with wet hair. So. I am going to educate y'all on the very exciting subject of my new school schedule. Which I have only experienced two and a half days of because of this awful bug thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTAG&lt;br /&gt;8:00-8:45 Chemie&lt;br /&gt;8:45-9:30 Musik&lt;br /&gt;9:50-11:20 English&lt;br /&gt;11:50-12:35 Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;12:35-13:20 Ethik&lt;br /&gt;13:40-15:10 Sport (every other week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIENSTAG&lt;br /&gt;8:00-8:45 Latein&lt;br /&gt;8:45-9:30 English&lt;br /&gt;9:50-11:20 Sozialkunde (social studies- kind of)&lt;br /&gt;11:50-13:20 Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;13:20-14:25 Biologie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MITTWOCH&lt;br /&gt;8:00-8:45 Mathe&lt;br /&gt;8:45-9:30 Geschichte (History)&lt;br /&gt;9:50-10:35 Physik&lt;br /&gt;10:35-11:20 Musik&lt;br /&gt;11:50-12:35 Chemie&lt;br /&gt;12:35-13:20 Biologie&lt;br /&gt;13:40-14:25 Latein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNERSTAG&lt;br /&gt;8:00-8:45 frei! sleep in...&lt;br /&gt;8:45-9:30 Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;9:50-11:20 Geographie&lt;br /&gt;11:50-12:35 Geschichte&lt;br /&gt;12:35-13:20 frei- but I still have classes. So I have to stay. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;13:40-14:25 Mathe&lt;br /&gt;14:25-15:10 Latein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREITAG&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:30 Musik&lt;br /&gt;9:50-10:35 Mathe&lt;br /&gt;10:35-11:20 Physik&lt;br /&gt;11:50-13:20 Sport&lt;br /&gt;13:40-14:25 Ethik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a much fuller schedule than before... and longer days. Bleh. Apparently our class leader/ Math and Physiks teacher will be sick for the next 6 weeks, so we simply have no math or physik for the next six weeks. A little strange, but I'm not complaining. That doesn't mean we get free periods, though- just that we have extras of all the other classes to fill the slots. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7512769854555474588?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7512769854555474588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7512769854555474588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7512769854555474588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7512769854555474588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/actually-not-sleeping.html' title='actually not sleeping.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-283722487297855233</id><published>2010-02-12T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:53:11.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halbzeit!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy crapoley. It's February 12. One of those dream days in the future that you know will come eventually and you'll have a massive party but it seems so far away that you don't bother thinking about it. And now... it's here. And I'm still hacking my lungs out and refilling the trash with kleenex every hour. (It is a very small trash can.) Ugh. I took hopefully my last day off from school today, and slept from 9 am to 5:30 pm pretty much straight through. I think I got up to pee once. And then I woke up still feeling shot and stumbled downstairs, where Sebastian made me eat tortellini (actually pretty good, especially as I'd eaten a banana for breakfast and nothing else the whole day) and then sent me off to dance lessons because apparently I needed to move my body. Which is probably true, and he is a doctor, but after an hour of dancing I thought I was just going to fall over in the middle of the dance floor, so I went home twenty minutes early- the host parents are AWOL. Clara's watching TV with a child's TV face (she didn't even notice me come in) and doesn't seem too worried. I'll probably go to sleep in the next twenty minutes- quite the celebration, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I got my Wildwood application in!  I'm crossing my fingers and squeezing my thumb (German luck-bringer, I think) that I'm early enough and experienced enough to get the job! Whenever I think about camp I get really cheerful and kind of dreamy, which in certain situations isn't actually a good thing. I have to make sure I keep Wildwood off my mind during school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've developed a rather sudden and very strong desire to learn to play the guitar. There was a guitar floating around on my ski trip, and I picked it up a couple times, and now my fingers are legitimately itching to extend my knowledge. I remember about four chords- the ones from Neutral Milk Hotel's Aeroplane over the Sea. Not that that's not a great song, but it gets a little old after a while. I wonder how cheap I could find a guitar here. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-283722487297855233?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/283722487297855233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=283722487297855233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/283722487297855233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/283722487297855233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/halbzeit.html' title='Halbzeit!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-8462517802789945809</id><published>2010-02-08T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:03:20.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Krank</title><content type='html'>Bleh. I spent most of the day today sleeping, with a couple Grey's Anatomy episodes thrown in. I guess the sick bug I got during my ski trip decided to stick around after all. Monday I was fine- I still had to blow my nose every fifteen minutes but was feeling pretty good. Tuesday I woke up feeling crummy but figured it was just a morning thing, but instead of getting better as the day went on it got worse. So I actually had to leave school early, which I generally don't do unless I've got pink eye or something. Today I woke up feeling just as gross- mucusy cough, sore throat, stuffed snot locker, and general exhaustion. Luckily yesterday I got not one but TWO packages so I am thoroughly entertained during my waking hours. I've been drinking a lot of apple juice- that seems to be the German method of getting better. It hasn't worked too well so far but I'm hoping to be better quite soon! I called my friend Dani today to tell her I couldn't tutor her brother and she said I was missed in school (except better than that but I don't remember what she said exactly and I don't have the brainpower to translate). I was missed! Woohoo! Which doesn't really seem like that much of an accomplishment if I think about it but it made me feel a little better by any means. And now a little piece of wisdom: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.&lt;br /&gt;    -Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-8462517802789945809?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8462517802789945809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=8462517802789945809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8462517802789945809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8462517802789945809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/krank.html' title='Krank'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5082763979465721314</id><published>2010-02-08T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:25:19.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport.</title><content type='html'>We are no longer doing volleyball in Sport (thank goodness). Instead we are learning to somersault. Only two major injuries have occured so far- one girl fell on her arm the wrong way and sprained her wrist, and my friend Kaja got kicked in the eye. Eep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5082763979465721314?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5082763979465721314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5082763979465721314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5082763979465721314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5082763979465721314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/sport.html' title='Sport.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7572276251038003325</id><published>2010-02-07T03:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:17:12.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>And back in Berlin! That week went remarkably quickly, although the first couple days I legitimately expected that my legs would just keep swelling and I'd come home in a wheelchair. Perhaps not. We left promptly at 11 p.m. (23.00 Uhr) on Saturday, which was very German of us. We watched Slumdog Millionare (auf Deutsch), which was really good, and not as intense as I'd expected it to be. Good thing, because there were 11-year-olds on the bus... it was still pretty intense. The Germans don't really follow the whole movie rating system. Anyhoo, we stopped at Mickey D's for breakfast (huh? Who knew they had muffins?) and already I could notice some differences in the language, because by that point we were in Austria. For example, they say Erdapfel (earth apple) instead of Kartoffel (potato). And their accents are really thick and remarkably difficult for a German to understand, so needless to say I was pretty lost when they spoke to me until they repeated it about three times. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had our first ski session in the afternoon, just to get used to the slopes. I've only ever done beginner slopes, and I don't think I've skiied since freshman year when I dumbly attempted the ski team. However, I think one of the things about being an exchange student is that it makes you more confident to just jump into something having no idea where you'll go with it. So, I just followed my group down the mountain and tried not to die. We spent most of the first day on an intermediate slope, and I lived! I think I fell over once but I didn't lose poles or skis, which all my other groupmates did at least once. The lifts are funny too- on our mountain there was a cable car, with closed "cars" that fit up to 8 people, and then a bunch of pulley line cable things... I don't really know what they're called. At Berkshire East the only one is at the bunny hill, you know, the one that rips your arms off? Yeah. Except these actually come from behind so it pulls you from your butt. Which is much more comfortable and easy. &lt;br /&gt;Monday we were put into our groups for the week. There was a group of older kids who were studying theory and taking a test to be a ski/ snowboard teacher, so they were all together. The remaining skiiers were separated into two groups: advanced-ish and non-advanced-ish. I was in the non-advanced-ish. But we still stayed on intermediate slopes, one that was super steep and went the whole way down the mountain so we got to take the cable car up. I fell over a lot. My calves have these small muscles in the middle that apparently never get used outside of skiing, because they were KILLING. Plus at one point I made a particularly nasty fall and twisted my knee a bit- I woke up Tuesday morning and it was enormous. So I took the day off and enjoyed the gorgeous panoramic view from our bedroom. The rest of the week went smoothly except Friday, when I woke up with a wicked sore throat, headache, fever, and nausea. So day off number two. Luckily it's all better now except a kind of gross cough. &lt;br /&gt;So, accomplishments/good parts of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;-I can officially call myself an intermediate skiier!&lt;br /&gt;-I made friends! Mostly who were younger, because most of the people closer to my age were in the theory group (although there was only one other 16-year-old so I didn't feel left out.)&lt;br /&gt;-Food= delicious. We had a traditional Austrian dish called Kaiserschmarrn, which is hard to explain- basically it's chopped up Eierkuchen, which is the same as Linda's German pancakes. Somewhat crepe-like. We ate it with applesauce, and it was quite wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;-The view was AMAZING. Except Wednesday when it was snowing so hard and so cloudy that we couldn't even see any mountains out the window. And with the lack of sunlight the sky and ground were the same color, so I skiied with a combination of trust, hope, and squinting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we hopped on the bus again- I had a great seat until one of the leader guys told me to get up and find another seat because he (a very small balding middle-aged guy) needed two seats. So I got stuck next to a boy (luckily pretty quiet) but right in front of all the other boys, which means I was surrounded by game systems and iphones and chips the whole time. We watched- count 'em- THREE movies. (It's about a 9 and a half hour drive.) First: Don't Mess With the Zohan. Stupid. Don't bother watching. The boys loved it. The men loved it. The girls couldn't wait for it to be over. Second: Hancock. Not bad, not exactly my type though. I do love Jason Bateman though. Third: Snatch. Definitely the best, although they couldn't figure out how to turn off the English subtitles and I have a feeling I wouldn't have been able to understand it without them. The other two were fine but Snatch had a pretty confusing plotline. It took me until about halfway through to figure out who everyone was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Simon picked me up (I like having an older brother) and I walked in the door and got a little whoosh of a smell that I distinctly remember as one of the first things I noticed on Sebtember 12 when I arrived. I guess I don't really notice it unless I've been away for a while. It's not a bad smell or a good smell, it's just a smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my sick day I watched Juno on my ipod, and I particularly liked this bit:&lt;br /&gt;"I never realize how much I like being home unless I've been somewhere really different for a while."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7572276251038003325?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7572276251038003325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7572276251038003325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7572276251038003325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7572276251038003325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-496041277829963265</id><published>2010-01-29T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:04:07.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, yes, I'm a total fail blogger. So from  now on I'm going to promise not to make any more promises about what I'm going to write about. Because I'm trying not to live in the past. (No, not really, but I've already written about my holidays in about four different places, and they seem pretty boring to me now.) Anyhoo. It's January 29! Guess what that means! It means tomorrow, at 11 pm, I am leaving for ÖSTERREICH!!! (Austria for you non-Germans out there). I have my Koffer packed, camera batteries charged, and muscles pumped (or they will be after rowing and dance lessons tonight) for seven days of skiing in the Alps! Woot woot! I get back February 7 at one in the morning. My host parents and Clara are spending the weekend in London (Sebastian has work and Clara has a friend) so Simon is picking me up from the bus, and then I'll probably spend the whole day sleeping. Hopefully I'll get to upload pictures as well! Because the coming week won't allow a lot of time- today we got our new school schedule, which is wayyy more intense than last semesters' in my opinion. I don't really like it at all, although we do have a free period on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, so I get an extra half hour of sleep... frankly, I'd rather get up a little earlier and be done earlier, rather than at 2:30 (my shortest day). Plus, my favorite classes (English and Biology) have been reduced to twice a week each, whereas my least favorite (German and Physik) are three times a week, with one double period in German. Luckily, I have my AFS trip to Bad Honnef February 23-28, so I get to miss school, and then we have easter break for two weeks, and then in May we have two four-day weekends on which I'm hoping to do some travel of sorts. We'll see. So while I do rather detest the idea of my new German schedule, I do appreciate the vacations. &lt;br /&gt;For a while during my Praktikum it was FREEZING- hovering around 0° fahrenheit, and going down to -10 at one point. And I was walking around Frohnau and Hermsdorf, wearing my black overalls and black jacket, but with no scarf or gloves... so that bit wasn't that fun. It wasn't a terribly complicated job, and I didn't find it all that exciting, but it was a fun experience. I didn't get to go up on the roof ever because a) I'm only a praktikantin and b) Jörg is my host mother's younger brother, and if I fell off a roof I bet he'd really get beaten up. But I did get to see a whole lot of pretty cool houses, and quite a few stinkers as well. They gave me some ideas on how not to live. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw AVATAR! It was pretty much the coolest idea ever. And now I really want an avatar. Plus I saw it in German and understood the whole thing, so score one for me! I think I'm starting to get to the place where I can begin to call myself conversationally fluent. I would often be talking with people whose chimneys we were sweeping, and they would look at me curiously and ask me where I was from, and when I said America they were momentarily shocked, as though they'd expected me to say Bayern or Dortmund or something. Which is kinda cool, if I do say so myself. &lt;br /&gt;Until February...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. February 12 is my 5-month mark. 5 months out of ten. That means I'll be halfway through! Which is a really ridiculous prospect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-496041277829963265?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/496041277829963265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=496041277829963265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/496041277829963265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/496041277829963265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-yes-im-total-fail-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2164582524358792773</id><published>2010-01-02T08:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:08:50.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>Something that made me cheery today: I was showing Clara my bucket list, and she decided to make one of her own. At the moment it's very short, but its contents are the following: visit Thailand, visit Jakob's host family, go to Sweden, become an aunt, go to Legoland, and visit the Landrys. (The last was actually higher on the list, but I wanted it to have more punch.) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! longggg post coming soon... or many shorts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2164582524358792773?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2164582524358792773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2164582524358792773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2164582524358792773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2164582524358792773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-thoughts.html' title='happy thoughts'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6500259380417327757</id><published>2009-12-14T11:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:02:27.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is your mental healthy?</title><content type='html'>Today I took a mental health day/ sleep catch-up day and didn't go to school. It's one of my longest days of the week and I just woke up feeling super overwhelmed, and I really didn't want to spend the whole day with a knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach, so I exaggerated my sore throat and exhaustion and went back to bed. Lovely. I feel like I got my snow day that New England got last week. Anyway, I slept in until about 10 and Daniela had bought some orange juice for me, which was very sweet and I enjoyed it immensely. I watched a few episodes of Gilmore Girls (in English- I was just too lazy to concentrate at all) and ate breakfast, and read a bit of Harry Potter (in German- after I woke up a bit). Then Clara and Daniela came home and we had Milchreis (milk and rice- sounds weird but tastes delicious) with fruit salad and cinnamon. And now I'm procrastinating the completion of a poster on Che Guevara I have to make for history... ugh. Plan: write in English with help of wikipedia, then translate to German using minimal brain power and a lot of help from online translators. &lt;br /&gt;Last week I joined my friend Daniela at her two-hour handball practice. It was a hard workout!!! But it was fun to get that "I just worked my butt off and I'm exhausted but my body will thank me later" feeling. It's a girls-only team but the coaches are guys, and everyone was super nice, and Dani told me that I played really well for my first time, so maybe Germany has improved my hand-eye coordination! Anyway, it was a good time, and I might go again this week, and though I would like to go every week I don't know how much it costs/ how much time I need to dedicate to it. I'll look into that. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend my friend Claire (CBYX) and I spent Saturday together and attempted to meet up with some other AFSers to go ice skating. Well, it was a day of epic fails- we started counting but there just got to be too many. It was still incredibly fun, although one of our epic fails was that we were an hour late to the meeting time so nobody was at the ice skating rink from AFS... so we skated by ourselves. There was a random guy who was wearing a hat that made it look like he'd stabbed a feather through his head. He was really bizarre. But entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;All right, must stop procrastinating now... looking forward to having only FOUR MORE DAYS of school! Plus I have an orchestra concert on Wednesday, and that should be exciting too. Tschüss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6500259380417327757?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6500259380417327757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6500259380417327757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6500259380417327757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6500259380417327757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-took-mental-health-day-sleep.html' title='is your mental healthy?'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7875325589305606804</id><published>2009-12-09T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:06:37.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two in one day! aren't you lucky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVFlTf6vE3E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVFlTf6vE3E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Currently Miss About Northampton. &lt;br /&gt;1) Snow days. You lucky ducks. And here I am, sitting in the cold, rainy yuck.&lt;br /&gt;2) School. Weird, yes, I know. I miss going into class feeling confident that I know the material and prepared to learn more based on what I already know. I like that relieved feeling of handing in a paper or test that you know you did well on. &lt;br /&gt;3) My family and friends. Probably should have put you first... but these aren't in any particular order so don't go getting yourselves in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;4) The plentiful sources of English reading and viewing materials. aka Forbes, the school library, Blockbuster, Lilly library, the bookstores downtown, the bookshelves around our house...&lt;br /&gt;5) The general atmosphere. The sense of community and togetherness that's a little tough to find in a capital city. &lt;br /&gt;6) My cats. Some days the only thing I want is a furry cuddle...&lt;br /&gt;7) Everything being in English. It just sounds so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8) My bike, and the places you can bike to. I miss the bike path and all the networks of side streets. &lt;br /&gt;9) All the Christmasy traditions my family has. &lt;br /&gt;10) My bedroom, with a bouncy mattress and a dresser with drawers and all my books and music and pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7875325589305606804?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7875325589305606804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7875325589305606804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7875325589305606804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7875325589305606804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-in-one-day-arent-you-lucky.html' title='two in one day! aren&apos;t you lucky!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6128650439391997254</id><published>2009-12-09T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:05:12.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsche Seite, dummkopf.</title><content type='html'>So today I was biking home after school in the red bike lane on the sidewalk. The road I was biking on wasn't terribly big but rather busy, so I when I turned onto the left side of the road I just kept going instead of crossing the street. I do this same thing every day, and then cross at some point when no cars are coming. Well, today, a cranky old man was walking down the sidewalk and glared at me as I rode (slowly and responsibly) by, and said, "falsches Seite," in an angry tone. Which means "wrong side". Yes, sir, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that I'm on the wrong side of the road... but it's a long, straight hill and I have a pretty long visiblity, meaning I could see anyone coming with plenty of time to switch sides. There was another biker going in the same direction as I was, who was a little ahead of me- he crossed the road pretty quick. So did I, but really, I think that guy needs to find something to do other than yell at teenagers. It wasn't like we were affecting him- we were in the bike lane, which is, in fact, for bicycles. Harumph. But I'm not actually annoyed really, I just wanted to share with you all my big exciting adventure of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6128650439391997254?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6128650439391997254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6128650439391997254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6128650439391997254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6128650439391997254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/12/falsche-seite-dummkopf.html' title='Falsche Seite, dummkopf.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-8736459071857982488</id><published>2009-12-06T17:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:32:43.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no list today... feeling uncreative and rambly.</title><content type='html'>Crud, I just spelled exhaustion with an a instead of an o. I am going to flunk the SATs next year... anyhoo. Happy Nikaustag! For those Americanisch folks among you, Niklaustag is December 6, and the night before children leave their shoes out and St. Niklaus comes and fills them with small gifts and candy. Guess who got peanut butter in their converse that morning? I was pretty psyched. Also, new socks (nearly all of mine have developed holes), Kinderschokolade (yummmm), and a pack of those kleenex with designs on them. The kind that you never actually want to use because you'd be blowing your snot all over a cute little penguin. You know the ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Sunday was a day of much time-squashing but overall was quite good. I went and helped out at the Rixdorfer Weihnachtsmarkt, and it turns out I was early as I'd been given the wrong time... so I wandered a bit and bought a Zimtwaffel (cinammon waffle with powdered sugar) and listened to a band of old men playing Christmas songs. Then I stood in the cold for an hour and wrapped candles and took people's money for the candles and acted all friendly and tried to make conversation when people realized we were exchange students. I got complimented on my German by a nice couple who bought some gummy bears. I had to rush out, though, because I had to meet my class in Charlottenburg to see Kabale und Liebe. Well, I was running barely on time when I got out of the U-Bahn, and so I was power-walking, but thinking it was an awfully long way and that it hadn't looked that long on google maps. Then I figured out the numbers were way different on the other side of the street. So I doubled back and super-power-walked to the theater, where I legitimately slid into my seat right as the director came out and told us that the lead actress was sick so someone who didn't really know the lines would be playing Luise. Hence, she carried around the script with her the whole play. It was pretty good, actually- it had some cool lighting and musical aspects, and at one point the whole stage came apart when Ferdinand got mad and started pulling tables out of the floor. That was after he smashed a cello- the girl next to me screamed and hid her face. I got home at about 11 and was exhausted... no one told me that I was able to sleep in on Monday morning because our math teacher had agreed to cancel class because of the play. So I got up, biked to school, the classroom was empty, looked at the class change list, saw that my math class was listed as "theaterbesuch" so I went up to the Aula, or auditorium. Then I figured out (I was still quite groggy) that we had the class off.. and biked back home. And biked back to school an hour later to start my classes. It was a very exciting Monday. And tomorrow I get to sleep in because my German class has a test on Kabale und Liebe, and the other exchange student and I craftily "forgot" to ask the teacher whether we had to take it or not, and today she was out sick and so we asked the math teacher, who said we could stay home. :) I think part of being a successful exchange student is knowing when it would be more productive to catch up on sleep. Which is what I need to go do now! Sorry this was long and probably quite boring... Naja. Christmas parties galore coming up- I'll write about them as they occur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-8736459071857982488?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8736459071857982488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=8736459071857982488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8736459071857982488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8736459071857982488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-list-today-feeling-uncreative-and.html' title='no list today... feeling uncreative and rambly.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6217113141947043119</id><published>2009-12-02T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:36:25.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once a week, once a day... I've got a lot of time on my hands, what can I say? I write down the homework but as I have absolutely no idea where to begin I feel pretty uninspired to do it, so I just read German novels instead. And write lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are funny.&lt;br /&gt;1. My English teacher's name is Doris Preckwinkel. &lt;br /&gt;2. The female minister at the church in my town has a nose piercing. So does my German teacher. &lt;br /&gt;3. The teachers say "Nummer B", or "Number B". Someday I will point out to them that neither A nor B are numbers.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oW4IKW-IO1M"&gt;The commercials for Schwipp-Schwapp&lt;/a&gt;, an orange cola soda. Mostly I like the name and the way the guy on the TV pronounces it. Try saying it, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;5. The name Jane is pronounced Yana. I also know someone whose name is spelled Yana. Which is probably better in some ways because when she goes to America she'll recognize her own name instead of being like "who's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jain&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;br /&gt;6. All the girls don't wear makeup EXCEPT for black mascara. Pretty much every single girl wears it, but rarely anything else. It's like underwear for your face.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you want to ask for a piece of gum, you say, "hast du ein Kaugummi?" I love that word. When I'm back at NHS I'm totally going to ask kids if they have a Kaugummi. &lt;br /&gt;8. The word for cake is Kuchen (which, if you twist it a bit, sounds more like cookies) and the word for cookie is Keks. Guess how it's pronounced? Cakes. Confusing much?&lt;br /&gt;9. An acceptable response to "Entschuldigung" (meaning oops, sorry) is "Ja." Said in a way that, the first time I heard it, made it sound like "yeah, you should be sorry!" but then I realized it was more along the lines of "Yes, okay, I accept your apology." More interesting than funny.&lt;br /&gt;10. English class. The mistakes people make are mistakes I would never even think of as being confusing, and yet I can't even manage to explain why they're wrong- I've listened to a different way of saying it my whole life, but I don't know the grammatical rules behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6217113141947043119?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6217113141947043119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6217113141947043119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6217113141947043119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6217113141947043119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-week-once-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-1235326838111165794</id><published>2009-12-01T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:31:14.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Rabbit!!</title><content type='html'>Happy December! (title explanation for people like Kerry who are confused when I talk about bunnies in winter- it's supposedly good luck to say Rabbit Rabbit on the first of every month). I was creepin'on a bunch of other exchange students' blogs to see how they're holding up in this crazy wonderful country, and one of them had a pretty good idea (that she got from somewhere else- don't you love sharing?) to write a list of ten things once a week. A different theme every week. She's had some pretty good themes already- I might end up stealing them sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am Excited About.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas!!!! Only 24 days. My host parents made a traditional (I think) advent calendar, made from a bunch of little bags hung on a mobile thing, and for each day there are two little wrapped gifts, one for Clara and one for me. Today I got a little change purse, which is actually really nice because it's obnoxious to have coins fall out of my pants pockets every time I take my pants off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Austria in February! Second foreign country ever, plus I get to ski in the Alps and cross something off my bucket list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Becoming fluent in German. Someday it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finishing reading my first German book (Die Bücherdiebin- The Book Thief).  And starting my next one! Harry Potter, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The 2010 Winter Olympics.  I'm getting my little American flag ready to wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Visiting Amsterdam in June with my class! THIRD foreign country ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. December 21- the winter equinox. AKA the day on which the days start getting longer, and you start to feel hopeful that someday you'll be biking to school with the sun already up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Going to two different Weihnachtsmarkts this weekend! One in Alexanderplatz with Claire, another CBYXer, and one called the Rixdorfer with a bunch of other AFSers and exchange students. I love all the lights and smells and happy faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Senior Year. Just to say I'm a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This coming summer. I really don't even have any clue what I'll be doing, but I have hopes and dreams, plus by then I'll be bilingual (well jeez, at least I hope so!) and it will be SUMMER. And that alone is something to be ridiculously excited about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-1235326838111165794?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1235326838111165794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=1235326838111165794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1235326838111165794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1235326838111165794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/12/rabbit-rabbit.html' title='Rabbit Rabbit!!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-8898352259619065152</id><published>2009-11-23T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:17:57.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Kuche</title><content type='html'>After school today, Clara and I made pasta with lecker tomato sauce- it had corn, onions, pepper powder (or something like that), salt, pepper, and another mysterious powder. But dang, it was delicious! I wonder at what point in my lunch-cooking career I can cross off "learn to cook" on my bucket list. When do you know that you've learned how to cook? I believe it's a combination of three things.&lt;br /&gt;1) You're not afraid of your food. (That's what Mom always tells me when I'm stirring cookie dough. But when I try to stir like she does I end up with flour all over my face.)&lt;br /&gt;2) You have a little creativity. You feel confident in adding an extra ingredient or adding more salt than the recipe calls for.&lt;br /&gt;3) You know what you're cooking and where it comes from. Hence, sticking prepackaged stuff in the microwave doesn't count as cooking. &lt;br /&gt;4) (Bonus item) You have mastered the art of cutting onions without completely shutting your eyes and chopping blindly. Either that or you have purchased swimming goggles for this exclusive purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another list for y'all:&lt;br /&gt;-something I've noticed: It's acceptable to eat out of the serving bowl with your own spoon. Multiple times. &lt;br /&gt;-something I'm excited about: Going to see New Moon with GERMAN GIRLS on Saturday! Not so pysched about the fact that it's New Moon, but since my company is DEUTSCH I'm completely fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;-something funny: I learned that there's no German translation for the word awkward. How handy that would be if there was one- it could describe so many moments of the last few months. Although I will say that there've been a lot less of them!&lt;br /&gt;-something rather blah: it gets dark at 4:15 and doesn't get light until 8:15 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;-something cool: the daughter in the family who lives on the other side of our duplex just came home from a 3-month exchange to Canada! She's my age, and speaks relatively good English (for a German kid) and she adores the language so she speaks it to me and I speak back in German. I think this is a pretty good compromise. She's really nice and already asked me to go shopping with her and some of her friends sometime. &lt;br /&gt;-something fun: Yesterday I had a skype party with a bunch of other CBYXers! It was really fun to talk to them all and see how they're coming along, and hear that we all have a lot of common problems or have noticed a lot of the same things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go start my homework... do as much as I can understand... tonight I only have Mathe and Latein, though, so it shouldn't be too bad. Tchüss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-8898352259619065152?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8898352259619065152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=8898352259619065152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8898352259619065152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8898352259619065152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-kuche.html' title='In the Kuche'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5295289942028428756</id><published>2009-11-17T13:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:17:58.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday, a bond, and a book thief.</title><content type='html'>Well now, it's already almost hump day! I love how that happens. So. Saturday was the bond (see title). Or I'd like to think of it as so- I really don't know but it started with a b and I needed something to alliterate with. Anyhow, another CBYXer and I met up around noon and spent the entire afternoon just talking about everything that came to mind. We found out we had a TON in common and so I'm definitely hoping we get to hang out more! We'd both rather sleep than party, we consider nutella to be a gift from the gods, and think it's ridiculous how many meanings the word "doch" has. And a whole lot of other similarities too but I won't go into them and bore you out of your skull. I had a lovely Saturday though, and we walked for quite a few kilometers because we wandered for so long "trying" to find the shopping center, while really just rambling on in conversation and occasionally looking at what direction we were headed in, that when it was time to go we were several kilometers away from the correct bahn station. So I was feeling quite well-walked by the end. On Sunday I panicked a little because no one told me it was a German state holiday and all the stores were closed, and I'd been planning to get a birthday gift for Sebastian.  Luckily Daniela had told me about an Import-Markt, so I went to that instead. I took the S-Bahn on a very pretty route to a giant industrial area- apparently it was inside the Internationale Congress Centrum. So there were all these cool unused rooms labeled as "Sydney" or "Instanbul".  I really would love to see what it looks like during the week. Anyway, the main halls were full of tables and booths full of imports from all over the world. It was pretty fabulous, and I got to barter a little with an African guy. I was rather sad to end the weekend, but Monday was fun (even though I had to take a test in Chemie where I had NO idea what I was doing) because when I came home, I had a couple hours to myself while Sebastian and Daniela went grocery shopping for the big shebang. When they got back I helped Daniela set up and make the table pretty, and then both sets of Omas and Opas arrived along with Clara from rowing training. Having all the grandparents together is always pretty funny, in my opinion. But generally it feels inappropriate to laugh at such gatherings unless everyone else is laughing, especially in Germany, so I kept my mouth shut.  After a dinner of soup made with fish and beets, the Omas and Clara and I played a game that is just like Trouble except without the obnoxious dice-popping thing (we had normal dice instead- it made for a much more pleasant experience).  The grandparents left at around 10:30, and then we cleaned up a bit and relaxed in the Wohnzimmer (living room). I read about a book thief (part 3 of my title)! I believe I wrote that I'd bought my favorite book, The Book Thief (by Markus Zusak) in German, and was waiting to read it until my German was better. Well, I don't really feel like my German is all that much better, but I picked up Die Bücherdiebin anyway, because 1) I am out of English books, 2) I want to improve my German and a volunteer told me that one of her biggest regrets was that she didn't learn to read Italian very well, only to speak it, and 3) because I can't bear to read another word of Kabale und Liebe so I'm going with the next German book on my list.  I find I can understand a lot of it, but I think that's probably because I've read it over five times already. It's still good though! One of my favorite lines in the first chapter or two: "Ich persönlich mag einen schokoladenfarbenen Himmel. Dunkel Bitterschokolade." (I personally like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, bitter chocolate).  Plus it sounds better in German, I think. :) Let's see.. today was pretty bland. I had to take a test in Sozialkunde (ha,ha,ha) but the teacher sort of realized how hopeless I was and so just had me do the graphing part, which was basically finding the data in the text and making a pretty graph. I think I did pretty well with it. After school I had my second orchestra rehearsal! It was sehr schön. All the wind instruments joined us, so we had a much bigger sound that was really fun because I've played in a large band and in a small group of violins, but never played with both together. Plus the teacher told me my Deutsch ist sehr gut because I knew the difference between wissen and kennen, which are two different words for "to know", but you use them in different ways. Wissen is used more for factual knowledge, whereas kennen is used for knowing a person or knowing of or about something. So yes, that's been my last few days... not dreadfully exciting aber mein Leben ist schön, so ich bin glücklich! Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5295289942028428756?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5295289942028428756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5295289942028428756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5295289942028428756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5295289942028428756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-bond-and-book-thief.html' title='A birthday, a bond, and a book thief.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-721200629992301371</id><published>2009-11-12T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:33:00.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good.</title><content type='html'>Wonderful, actually. Let me count the ways.&lt;br /&gt;1. Today it is SUNNY OUT! And it is a lovely fall day, and the air smells fall-y, and it's not raining! It's like a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have been here for TWO MONTHS! I remember a couple weeks ago I was thinking how darn slowly it was all going, but then those passed in a flash and now I think I'm really starting to get into the everyday rythym here. That's why I haven't really been writing- it seems so boring to write about what happens every day now because that's just it- it seems so everyday. &lt;br /&gt;3. I would say that the end of October was kind of a falling point for me, because I got sick and then I couldn't stop thinking about how long eight months would be and how slow the process of learning a new language is. But now I've been back at school for two weeks and I feel fabulous! I can understand SO much more, and I actually took a math test the other day- I think I failed it, but at least I gave it a shot. And in most of my classes I can actually understand the general idea of what's going on, except in Physik and Sozialkunde, in which I am COMPLETELY lost ALL the time. Hopefully once my German skills really pick up I'll be able to get at least a little bit out of them. Plus I've been having longer conversations with my host parents, all in German! It's kind of exciting!&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm connecting a lot more with my host family! Simon and Clara seem to find it normal to have me here now, and a couple nights ago I had a conversation with my host parents after dinner that lasted for an hour and a half, almost completely in German! We talked about a lot of things, and it was so nice because all the things I'd been writing about only in my journal and that were constantly on my mind I was able to talk about with them.  We talked about learning German and making friends, and dealing with the fact that it will feel like you have two families by the end, and even boyfriend-girlfriend relationships. It's a more open topic here- it's often one of the first questions people ask me when they meet me. "Do you have a boyfriend?" But I felt much better after that, and I hugged Daniela goodnight and I think that sort of opened up a door for her. Since then she's hugged me goodbye when I go off to school or out with other exchange students, and I think it's because she was waiting to see when I felt close enough to them to give them a hug. But that's just my theory.&lt;br /&gt;5. I think I have officially made some friends! There is a group of girls in my class who are all really nice and helpful. They often invite me to come with them to the cafeteria or courtyard during our Pause (break between classes), and make sure I get all the papers I need and understand the essentials. &lt;br /&gt;6. I attended my first orchestra rehearsal on Tuesday! My school has a small orchestra (10 violins, 1 viola, and 5 or 6 cellos) that practices together once a week. I am surprisingly one of the best violinists- I guess I was surprised because in Northampton there are SO MANY amazingly talented musicians that I feel like a beginner beside them. But here, I was given first violin part and I was able to sight-read it easily and play along. They're playing some fun pieces, and I had a lot of fun being back with a violin again! I'm borrowing one from the school for the year, so I don't have to pay, which is really good. I hear the dollar is even worse lately... ah well. &lt;br /&gt;7. I've actually felt like I have stuff to do lately- not just sitting blankly through a school day, coming home, and sitting blankly through the afternoon and evening with nothing too productive to do. I am caught up with NaNoWriMo (20,000 words today!), which has been taking an hour or so every day. On Tuesday evenings I have orchestra, and on Friday evenings I have rowing training.  Yesterday I met up with some other exchange students and we went to see This is It (the Michael Jackson movie) in English. It was really fun! I love having other exchange students to connect with, because we're all experiencing a lot of the same emotions.  On Saturday I'm going out with a different exchange student, and we're going Christmas shopping and having some English time! Plus I've been able to do some homework lately. English, of course, and a little Latin, and Ethik (which is currently being conducted in English because we're reading an English book about a fictional school massacre).  I'm trying to do German, but it's not working out super well... and the other subjects either don't really have homework or the other students don't do it, because mostly my classmates just do work in class and then leave their books in the shelves under the desks until the next class.  &lt;br /&gt;8. Today is Thursday, so I only had 4 1/2 hours of class. &lt;br /&gt;9. Tomorrow is Friday, so it's almost the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;10. Christmas break starts in 5 weeks! &lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all my reasons for now. Bis später! Tschüss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-721200629992301371?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/721200629992301371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=721200629992301371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/721200629992301371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/721200629992301371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4898266360523033697</id><published>2009-11-06T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:10:25.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things.</title><content type='html'>German gym class is separated by gender- in my school, at least. I think I kind of like it- everyone seems a lot more relaxed and there's not that constant need to impress.  People wear baggy t-shirts and ugly sport pants and take off all their jewelry, and then they actually participate in class. Right now we're doing volleyball- nobody's very good, which makes me feel better about being such a lame volleyball player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German girls that are really good friends sometimes kiss each other on the lips, depending on their friend group.  One of my new friends (I hope!), Sharifa, always kisses her best friends goodbye. It is a little weird for me just because it is so different from America, but it's not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German students seem to be a lot more self-driven in class.  The teacher will leave the classroom for ten minutes at a time, and everyone will continue doing their work, asking each other questions and actually trying to get as much done as they can.  Even in extracurricular-type classes, like Musik or Kunst or Sport, everyone participates and tries their best. In Musik we actually have to sing, sometimes alone, and everyone knows how to read music and we're learning about why certain key signatures play well together... or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a disko for the first time tonight! With Katie, Austin, and some of Katie's German friends.  It was ridiculous- people were smoking, it was SO loud, and there were just lights and confetti and people jumping everywhere- quite crazy!  But I got there pretty late because I came after rowing practice, and had to leave around 10:15 because a) I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand it and b) I have a midnight curfew and I don't trust the night buses to be on time.  Plus I had to un-check my bag and jacket out of the coatrooms... Yes, two different rooms, because the first one I went took my jacket and then told me that I needed another chip thing for my bag, so I had to go back upstairs and buy another chip, and then they said that coatroom was full so I went back upstairs again and stood in line to put my bag in. So then I had my bag in one and my jacket in the other... sehr convenient.  As I told Daniela when I got home (and she seemed very glad to hear this), it was fun but not one of my favorite hobbies, and I like more to be home reading or going to sleep early. (Mind you, that was translated directly from the German that I spoke- my vocabulary is not terribly extensive at the current point so I'm making do with what I've got).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4898266360523033697?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4898266360523033697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4898266360523033697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4898266360523033697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4898266360523033697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things.html' title='Some things.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5676969095805688378</id><published>2009-11-04T16:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:06:36.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schnee!</title><content type='html'>3 Things I learned today:&lt;br /&gt;-It is verboten (forbidden) to throw snowballs at my gymnasium.&lt;br /&gt;-Kids don't really care about this rule.&lt;br /&gt;-German kids have really good snowball aim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably gathered, we had our first snow! Of course, it was preceded and followed by freezing rain, so it didn't stay on the ground super-long, but it was enough to make a very small snowman and enjoy the snow in our hair and eyelashes!  Our field trip this morning was to some sort of energy processing plant- I doubt I would have understood anything said even if it were in English.  So I sort of wandered around daydreaming while he blathered on about the huge generator.  Then we went to school, but apparently the trip was supposed to take longer, because our teachers for Biologie and Chemie weren't even there. So we just sat in the cafeteria room and talked and listened to music and ate food until Geschichte (history), which passed quickly. One class today, wahoo!  Except then I had to take the bus home because my bike was at the S-Bahn station where I'd met my classmates this morning to get to the plant.  I dropped my bag off at home and changed into hiking boots to brave the slush, and proceeded to miss my bus twice. The first time I was at the end of the driveway, just across the tiny road from the bus at the stop, but it was already pulling away. The second time, twenty minutes later, I was waiting for the bus and it was 7 minutes late, which is rare, so I figured it had come early and decided to just walk down to the S-Bahn. About a minute later, the bus passed me walking. I stuck my tongue out at it. Stupid bus. I got some walking in anyway, even if I did get splashed twice by cars driving through puddles. I biked back through the slush and then changed into dry pants and curled up on the couch with my book for Ethik (in English!!)- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Give a Boy a Gun&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It was actually quite good- a collection of comments from people involved in some way with two boys who attempted a mass shooting.  It was interesting to see all the different perspectives, and read the boys' history before I read anything about what actually happened.  It's the sort of book that sort of twists your heart- I grew to feel sorry for the boys, but what they did was so awful that it makes me feel guilty for pitying them.  It's an interesting sensation. In any case, it made me feel so incredibly lucky to have such an amazing school- both here and in America, but I was thinking mostly about America because all the school shootings referenced in the book were in America.  I can't imagine anything even close to this happening at my school. Sure, we've got cliques, and a popular crowd and a football team, but I don't think anyone really and truly hates another group of people.  I also don't think bullying is much of a problem in my school- maybe it's just because I haven't experienced it, but I think it was more of a problem in middle school. Once we get to be in high school I think people realize they could be doing better things- people are focused more on their grades because they count, and people are more worried about upkeeping their social profile, and in our community I believe that beating up on people would completely ruin someone. I don't think it's considered funny or cool at my school like it was in the school in the book. Of course, this book was published in 2000, also, so maybe it's just because it's been almost a decade.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a lot of mishmash for one day, so gute nacht for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5676969095805688378?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5676969095805688378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5676969095805688378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5676969095805688378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5676969095805688378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/schnee.html' title='Schnee!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4866980106037014889</id><published>2009-11-03T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:35:57.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness and day 2</title><content type='html'>It gets dark before 5 now.  At first I felt quite bummed by this, to say the least.  Thoughts ran through my head our whole car trip- I always feel more tired when it's dark out, so now I'll be tired all the time. The dark makes me moody and bleh. We still have another month of the days becoming shorter before they turn around and start stretching out again. Daylight Savings Time is stupid.  And then I remember how nice it is to wake up one day in spring and it's sunny until 8 at night, and I sigh to myself and figure it will be worth it. This year I am determined to embrace the darkness and use it to inspire me to write more- I'm up to 5,000 words- only 45,000 more to go.  This is German darkness- a different kind, so I won't experience the same exhaustion that always overcomes me after Christmas break when we come back to school. Oh, speaking of which, when I finish my Christmas break this year, I believe I won't be going back to school until Feburary because all the 10th graders have to do a Praktikum, which is a monthlong apprenticeship (did I already write about this? perhaps).  I suggested something with a Tierärzt, or veterinarian, but Daniela very kindly called every Tierärtz in the phonebook who worked nearby and nobody was taking Praktikants in January. So now I'm going to be doing it with her brother, a Schönsteinflieger, or chimney sweep.  I'm actually pretty excited- an excuse to take a shower every day, plus it's very Mary Poppins, I think.  Daniela told me it would be very interesting to see the insides of other people's houses, too, which I'm sure is true.  I didn't even know people still used chimney sweeps, but I think in Germany people use their chimneys, whereas in my house in America we tear them down. :) To be fair, there wasn't any purpose to our chimney- it was just a big brick column in the middle of our house with no fireplace or anything. &lt;br /&gt;Day 2 back to school went pretty well. I didn't understand a single thing in Sozialkunde, and it was a double period... I was bored out of my skull.  But we had a test in English, which I think I did quite well on, and I got all my schoolbooks (brand new!!!) from our class leader/ math teacher, AND some girls invited me to go with them to see New Moon when it comes out! Not my first movie choice, but I got invited to go somewhere! I'm pretty excited for that. Tomorrow we're taking a fieldtrip... I have yet to find out where, but I'm meeting some people at the S-Bahn station so I'm just going to follow them. I always think I'm understanding so much and then I realize how much I'm missing! But I'm missing less and less as time goes on, I'm sure of it. Thing I'm Missing Today: New England weather.  I do enjoy the rain sometimes- it's peaceful and forces me to stay inside and relax, which is sometimes exactly what I need to do. But all day, every day?  Not so much.  Especially when my mom is emailing me about the lovely crisp New England fall days they're having, drinking apple cider and carving pumpkins. The great thing about New England falls is that they happen every year! So I get to have one a year from now, so I'm not missing it too much. But 'not too much' is not the same as 'not at all'. I'll update soon about my mysterious field trip... also, I think I have some plans this weekend! Katie and I are trying to go a disco- I'm sort of messing things up with my rowing practice, which is obnoxiously on Friday evenings. Out of all the days... On Saturday I think I'm going to try to meet up with a CBYXer in Berlin, and on Sunday I'm helping out with a forest run for the rowing club (directing people, not running) and then going to late lunch/ early dinner at Oma and Opa's house. I haven't been there before, but I've met them several times, and they're very sweet grandparent-like people. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4866980106037014889?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4866980106037014889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4866980106037014889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4866980106037014889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4866980106037014889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkness-and-day-2.html' title='Darkness and day 2'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-566132686144853564</id><published>2009-11-02T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:04:24.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaand back at school.  Cheers.</title><content type='html'>School actually went quite well today! It started with double math, which I actually understood even though they're learning trigonometry!  I was pretty excited (internally) to be able to do the work.  Plus I got most of the questions right.  So that made me cheerful, plus it was followed by Latin (journal time- they were going over a test) and English, which is clearly my best subject.  There were a bunch of kids I didn't know because they were on a short exchange to Paris, so I got to meet them.  One of them, Gwendolyn, is the younger sister of my host sister's boyfriend, so we met over the weekend at her house because her family invited mine over to look at Vincent's (the boyfriend) pictures from his trip to Nepal.  But everyone is really nice, and it turns out nobody read Kabale und Liebe over vacation for German class, so she's giving us a few extra days... I'm going to try my best to understand it but we'll see how that goes.  We also had no Sport, so I got to go home early (I have only had one complete school day so far, and it was my half-day so I only had class until 12:35 anyway).  I got home looking like I peed my pants again, because whenever it rains my bike seat gets all wet and then my butt gets wet. But now I'm quite comfortable and feeling cheerful that I don't really have any homework except reading in German- it's so funny because the students groan painfully if they're given even the littlest bit.  I would like to see them in American schools... it's going to be a shocker to go back to school next year.  Oh, and last night I watched Titanic in German! I understood almost everything, although clearly not as much as I thought because I didn't even cry except during one scene. The last time I saw it I was a literal watershed. It was a little ridiculous.  Something exciting: for February vacation, I'm going to Austria for a ski vacation!  Weirdly enough, I'm going alone, meaning with no one from my host family- there are other kids from my area who are traveling with me I believe. Originally Clara and I were going to go, but Daniela's mom nerves kicked in and she backed out of it.  Frankly, I don't think I'll really be complaining about a break from her- I do love being with her, just not all the time.  Having a kid as energetic as Clara poking your butt (she's obsessed- it's quite annoying) every five minutes gets very old very fast.  I'm pretty psyched though- I think I'm going in the second level of beginners or something- for the people who know how to ski but don't like going fast. :)  Plus it's in AUSTRIA! So I now will be visiting not only The Netherlands in June, but Austria in February! Woot-woot! Now I have to go write more- my goal is 5,000 words by the end of today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-566132686144853564?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/566132686144853564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=566132686144853564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/566132686144853564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/566132686144853564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaand-back-at-school-cheers.html' title='Aaaand back at school.  Cheers.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2619854683659438388</id><published>2009-11-01T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:05:48.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Okay this is going to be in a kind of list-y format... I know I haven't written in ages but I'll catch up soon!&lt;br /&gt;Halloween in Germany: stores have occasional Halloween-themed foods but no classic candy. People don't go trick-or-treating.  Clara went to a Halloween party but didn't wear a costume.  It was very weird for me. I went winter-coat shopping, successfully! and skyped home and then watched It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! on YouTube. I was pretty psyched about that.  &lt;br /&gt;November: HOW DID IT GET TO BE NOVEMBER ALREADY?  This morning I went rowing. Yes, it was beyond freezing. No, I didn't know it was happening or I would have faked illness or something. But I am pretty much positive that it was the last outdoor practice we're having until spring! And now practices are indoors and only once a week. Cheers! Another November thing: for the last couple years I've participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and last year Mom and Olivia joined me. Last night while we were skyping Mom reminded me about it, so now I've got myself signed up yet again to write 50,000 words in 30 days. As if I don't already have enough to do... So this blog post will be short because I only have 409 words so far and I still have no idea what my novel is going to be about.  I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;Some things I've noticed recently:&lt;br /&gt;-you have to pay to use public restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;-sneezing is treated more like a cough is in America- not usually acknowledged.  Sometimes there's a 'gesundheit', but more often than not there's just silence.&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas is BIG here. Some places already have decorations up, and stores have had huge Christmas displays since mid-September.  It's going to be exciting this year... really different but definitely exciting...&lt;br /&gt;-People do laundry once a week and wear the same clothes for several days in a row.  &lt;br /&gt;-People lick their utensils and it's still acceptable to put them back into the main serving bowl.  &lt;br /&gt;-Candid pictures are weird. People always pose. Always. &lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all I can think of for now... I'm back to school tomorrow (ugh) but hopefully that means I'll start finding more to do and hence more to write about.  Have a wonderful beginning of your November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2619854683659438388?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2619854683659438388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2619854683659438388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2619854683659438388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2619854683659438388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5638387334714363011</id><published>2009-10-15T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:49:45.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll build an airplane.</title><content type='html'>I was just reminded of one of my favorite childhood books, titled "Bored, Nothing To Do", in which two young boys decide to gather materials from all over the neighborhood in order to construct an aircraft in the backyard.  Fond memories... But I am not all that bored. Simply relaxed, which is rather impressive being that it was my fourth day of German school.  But I only had class until 12:35, and I didn't do any work all day. In German we had a breakfast party sort of thing with bröchten and nutella and Früstuckuchen, so that was quite delicious.  In Physik one of the students, Lukas, did a presentation on the Dampfmaschine, which I believe is something along the lines of a mechanical water wheel. But I didn't understand all that much. Then I had double art, and people were doing all sorts of cool self-driven 2d projects based on famous paintings- we had about 5 to choose from. So the teacher asked me what I liked to do and then listed a couple things but I only recognized the word for 'to draw', so that's what I chose. So I am now drawing a sketch of a painting of a china doll or a very china-looking girl.  I'll upload a picture when she's done... but it might be a month or so as I only have art once a week and I have 2 weeks of vacation. In math, Lukas got up again and explained a problem to the class... so I sort of spaced out.  But I asked the math teacher some questions after class and she answered all of them and told me that I didn't need to worry about not understanding because it will come to me quickly.  After school I biked down to Frohnau and bought a Thursday treat- a Pfannkuchen, which I believe is like a jelly donut except much better.  I enjoyed it quite a lot.  I biked around the little Frohnau town circle- there wasn't much to see. A church, an apothoke (I don't know exactly what this is but they're everywhere!), another bakery, a fruit and vegetable store, a little grocery store, a lotto store.  And a post office.  It was raining (as usual) so I went home and watched some German tv for a while- some Nickelodeon shows that I recognized vaguely from the US, a little Zack and Cody and Hannah Montana, and a German show interviewing kids who were doing their Praktikum. That was cool for me because I'm thinking about trying to do mine with a veterinarian or something of that nature, so it was neat to see what other kids are doing.  I also spent some time reading my first journal, which spans from the beginning of August to a week and a half ago. I stopped reading once I got to October, but it was actually kind of cool to see how my emotions progressed.  In the beginning there were a lot of pep-talks that I'd written to myself about how awesome this is all going to be and how I'm going to understand German before I know it. Well, I'm not sure about that, but now I don't feel like I need a set date for when I'm going to be fluent.  I've kind of settled in here and I'm okay with the fact that I probably won't understand everything that goes on in school until after the Christmas break, and that I'm going to be missing a lot at home.  Tonight at dinner I actually understood a lot of the conversation, which was pretty entertaining- Daniela was making fun of Simon because last year in the military he ran every day and was fit and trim, and now he sits at home and eats.  He's not fat, but it's a funny thing to talk about in the German sense of humor.  But I feel like the family is starting to open up a little more around me- as though they've gotten used to the fact that I'm going to be around for 9 more months.  It's really quite cool.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am leaving school early (which isn't saying that much as I've done that every day except today already) so I can take the bus to Spandau for my orientation!!! I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5638387334714363011?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5638387334714363011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5638387334714363011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5638387334714363011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5638387334714363011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-ill-build-airplane.html' title='I think I&apos;ll build an airplane.'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2024942526266163425</id><published>2009-10-13T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:34:58.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHULE</title><content type='html'>So. here is my school schedule, then I will write all about it.&lt;br /&gt;MONTAG (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:30: Mathematik&lt;br /&gt;9:50-10:35: Latein&lt;br /&gt;10:35-11:20: Englisch&lt;br /&gt;11:50-12:35: Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;12:35-1:20: Biologie&lt;br /&gt;1:40-3:10: Sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIENSTAG (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;8:00-8:45: Geschichte&lt;br /&gt;8:45-9:30: Englisch&lt;br /&gt;9:50-11:20: Sozialkunde&lt;br /&gt;11:50-12:35: Latein&lt;br /&gt;12:35-1:20: Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;1:40-2:25: Mathematik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MITTWOCH (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;8:00-8:45: Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;8:45-9:30: Englisch&lt;br /&gt;9:50-10:35: Ethik&lt;br /&gt;10:35-11:20: Mathematik&lt;br /&gt;11:50-1:20: Chemie/ Biologie&lt;br /&gt;1:40-2:25: Geschichte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNERSTAG (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;8:00-8:45: Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;8:45-9:30: Physik&lt;br /&gt;9:50-11:20: Kunst&lt;br /&gt;11:50-12:35: Mathematik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREITAG (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:30: Musik&lt;br /&gt;9:50-10:35: Chemie&lt;br /&gt;10:35-11:20: Ethik&lt;br /&gt;11:50-1:20: Sport&lt;br /&gt;1:40-2:25: Physik&lt;br /&gt;2:25-3:10: Latein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think all of those are probably self-explanatory except Kunst- Art, Sozialkunde-economics??? and Geschichte- History.  So on Thursdays I only have classes until 12:35, and an hour and a half is spent doing art. I love it.  So I've been in school for 2 days now, and I understand nothing except in English class.  In math they're learning about material I've already covered, so once I get my book and review it, I think I'll just need to work on learning the vocabulary.  They're all in their second year of Latin so I think I'll be able to do okay in that too. I asked my mom to send me my notes that I kept, so that I can review a bit.  It's going to be a long process at first though- I'll have to translate from Latin into German, and then into English so that I know what it means. Hopefully soon I won't have to translate to English anymore, though!  My German teacher told me that she doesn't know if I can handle the class- after our fall break, they're going to be putting on a play by the German equivalent of Shakespeare, and she said it was difficult even for the native speakers. I'm going to try my best to read the play, and if I can do it then I'll have proved her wrong, and if I can't then I'll get put in an easier class, so I'm fine either way. I haven't really had enough experience in any of my other classes to say anything about them- I either haven't had them yet or I simply didn't understand anything that was going on.  All the teachers seem really nice though, as are the students, and people are willing to help. On the first day two girls, Sofia and Mirja, offered to help me because I have at least one of them in all of my classes. So they've been super helpful to have around.  It's going to be weird though, because on Friday we start our 2-week Herbstferien, or fall break. So I'm going to have to get used to school all over again in 2 1/2 weeks.  But I think that sometime in mid-November I should be feeling comfortable in school, and much more comfortable with the German language. Don't get me wrong- I am definitely excited for my Herbstferien!  For the second week I think my host family is taking me on a trip around Germany so I can see some of the other parts.  And in the first week I think I'm going to do a little American baking, and hopefully get together with some other exchange students who also have their fall break.  Plus I have AFS Late Orientation Camp this weekend!  I'm excited for that.  Now I have to go to rowing though.. not so excited for the temperature... but after today, I only have 2 more outdoor practices!  Cheers!  I don't know what we'll do indoors but I don't think it will be particularly strenuous as we're a noncompetitive team.  Which I am really quite fine with- I don't think I could handle much more stress in my day right now.  Thank you all who have been keeping in touch, I really do love hearing from you!  Really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2024942526266163425?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2024942526266163425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2024942526266163425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2024942526266163425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2024942526266163425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/10/schule.html' title='SCHULE'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-7747778257500606065</id><published>2009-10-11T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:15:17.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>schule tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>And I am so excited!  I'm hoping to get into a Latin class instead of French- I really know about 3 words in French and I would not receive a passing grade, guaranteed.  But it's pleasant to listen to, I suppose, so if I do get stuck in French at least it will sound nice, even though it won't make any sense.  Simon is taking me tomorrow morning to help me get set up with classes and such- Daniela is working and Sebastian is going to Vienna- I don't know why.  &lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really good, starting with Friday being the official last day of language school!!! A couple of the other students, including the funny French-speaking Swiss guy who sat next to me and kept asking questions because he was even newer than I was to the class, said goodbye to me and wished me luck with my next 9 months. Oh yeah, and I have been here A MONTH!!!!!!! That is so crazy to me, I don't really know how it all blew by... Anyway, on Friday night I went out to Potsdamer Platz with my liasons, Ulrike and Sofie.  Sofie is around my age, and she spent the last year in Brazil with AFS, so she doesn't speak much English but she seems very nice. Ulrike is really nice too, and I also met her boyfriend. We had dinner in the Sony Center, and I had my first German beer, which was actually a mix of beer and sprite, which sounds gross but it wasn't. Plus it wasn't too strong so I drank the whole thing.  We wandered the mall at Potsdamer Platz for a while because we were going to see a movie but it didn't start until later.  Then we walked over to the Brandenburger Tor and it was all lit up and very pretty. There was a demonstration against the war in Iraq- apparently there is always a demonstration there.  We said goodbye to Sofie, who had a friend staying with her so she couldn't stay for the movie, and walked to the Kino.  I payed a ridiculous amouount of money for M&amp;Ms, a mistake which I will not be making again (pre-movie candy shopping at the market is clearly a necessity).  But they were good, and we saw Julie and Julia in German! I understood most of it and it was quite funny, but I think that was because I'd already read the book, so I knew what it was about, and Meryl Streep makes me laugh even if her voice isn't coming out of her mouth.  That took a little getting used to, but it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I slept in (I didn't get home until almost midnight) and then Judith came home from Dortmund with her boyfriend Vincent.  The three of us walked to S. Frohnau to Vincent's house and sat with his mom and talked for a few hours. She had chocolate chip cookies- even drier than Chips Ahoy, but you take what you can get here!  Vincent's younger sister is in my class at school, but she's in France right now... I don't know why that is. But I met his other sister who's 13, and she seems very nice.  So his mom was nice and we ended up playing this memory game with pictures from the Berlin national art museum, which was funny... Judith clobbered us, of course.  She and Vincent left after dinner because apparently Judith is going to Zurich for her fall break, and her train left last night.  &lt;br /&gt;Today Daniela, Sebastian, Clara and I went to the Technik-Museum. We were going to go to the Judischer museum but there was a long line, and I'm kind of glad we didn't because I would really like to spend some time there without an eleven-year-old, I think.  The Technik Museum was cool actually- it had all these hands-on exhibits with optical illusions and sensory stuff and displays about how things work. In the technology building it had old trains and rowing boats and sailboats, as well as sewing machines and typewriters and looms.  It showed the history of a lot of machines, and we saw a demonstration about paper-making.  That was pretty cool, although at that point I was getting really tired and my legs felt like they were going to melt a little bit.  Luckily we left soon after that, and at home we watched a German tv show about a German exchange student in Texas. It was really funny for me, because she lived in this mansion of a Texas home with a pool in the backyard, and her school said the Pledge of Alleigance every morning, and the host mom gave this whole speech about how boys and girls can only be together in public areas. To nearly all of these things Daniela looked at me for an explanation. 'You say the Pledge of Alleigance every day?' 'American houses are so BIG!' 'You're not allowed to be alone with a boy?' So I had to debase some more American stereotypes and talk about how Massachusetts is a verrrrry different place from Texas.  I think the thing she thought was the most bizarre was that girls and boys aren't allowed into each others' bedrooms. 'Hier es ist kein problem.'  (Here it is no problem.) &lt;br /&gt;After that little episode I skyped with a majority of my extended family gathered at my grandma's house for the annual chicken sacrifice.  It was really fun to talk to them all!  All of the kids gathered in front of the screen and had a fun time looking at themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now, I think- sometime this week I will try to post an update about my first week of SCHULE!!! I'm pumped. Gute nacht alles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-7747778257500606065?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/7747778257500606065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=7747778257500606065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7747778257500606065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/7747778257500606065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/10/schule-tomorrow.html' title='schule tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-807487401217784682</id><published>2009-10-07T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:40:01.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jussssst kidding...</title><content type='html'>I'm still in language school.  I guess it was a misinterpretation, but I could have SWORN that Daniela told me I was starting the first week in October... ah well.  I've been understanding more and more, and I had a legitimate phone conversation in Deutsch the other day, plus I've been emailing with my liason in German, so I'm feeling pretty proud of myself.  Now I definitely and absolutely have only two more days of language class... and THEN I get to start school. Of course, I only have a week before I have two weeks of vacation, so that will be interesting... I'm guessing I won't be able to really start making friends until November. But I'm not giving up hope- I'm going to try to get to know someone well enough to make plans to get together over vacation at some point!  I think Judith is coming home from Dortmund, too, and she said she'd show me around Berlin a little.  On Friday, I'm meeting my liason!  We're going out to dinner at Potsdamer Platz and then to see Julie and Julia!!! I'm super-psyched, both to meet her and to see Meryl Streep.  She always makes me really happy. I'm not sure if we're seeing it in English or German yet, I think it would probably be more beneficial to see it in German of course, but I'd rather see it in English because I like Amy Adams' and Meryl Streep's voices so much.  &lt;br /&gt;This week has been excellent so far- on Monday I got a wonderful letter from Grandma (thanks- I'm writing a letter!), and on Tuesday I got a Halloween-themed package from Linda (thank you SO MUCH!!! Clara was very excited about the decorations.)  Today I am skyping home for the first time, and tomorrow I'm expecting a package from my friend, and Friday I have my Potsdamer Platz date!!! So quite good overall.  Today is really warm, and it wasn't raining during rowing yesterday so I stayed much warmer!  Warm weather always makes me cheerful.  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wandered through Tegel and found a bookstore where I bought a new journal (I've already filled up my first one!) and The Book Thief in German. It is my favorite book in English, and I couldn't resist.  I'm going to wait a few months before trying to read it though.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last weekend... it was Clara's birthday and she liked the scarf that I bought her! Score one for Jasmine.  She had some friends over for a sewing party, and they all made pillowcases- she made me make one as well, and it was pretty fun, although I messed up an embarrassing amount of times, but I ended up with a fun jungle-themed sort of pillow.  Maybe I'll use it on the plane on the way home... my neck got really stiff on the way here!  She also received a fotoapparat (digital camera) with which she has been photographing me in every possible state, and a fondue pot, with which we made chocolate fondue the other day. Actually we just melted a chocolate bar, but as it's German chocolate, it was still lecker.  On Sunday Simon, Lisa (his girlfriend), some family friends and I went to a motorcycle rally!  It was really fun, and my first time on a motorcycle. It reminded me of snowmobiling, except warmer.  I think I like snowmobiling better because a) you're on tracks instead of wheels, and it seems so much less likely to fall over and b) it's generally a lot prettier in snowmobiling areas than it is in motorcycling. But of course I can't really say this as I've only been once.  &lt;br /&gt;More to come after this weekend, perhaps sooner if I have time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-807487401217784682?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/807487401217784682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=807487401217784682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/807487401217784682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/807487401217784682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/10/jussssst-kidding.html' title='Jussssst kidding...'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6205382778947369591</id><published>2009-10-01T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:22:57.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day</title><content type='html'>of language school!!! And then I have the weekend and then I start in the Georg-Herweg Oberschule! I am pretty excited.  Today Clara and Daniela helped me with my German homework, it was very funny because sometimes they would come across a question about a combination of articles and they would just look at each other for a few seconds while they processed it, and then they would simultaneously tell me the right answer. It was pretty funny. Also, I showed them the scrapbook I made today, so now they know what y'all look like. I think I'm going to give them their American gifts sometime next week.  This weekend is Clara's birthday, so she's having a sewing party Saturday afternoon, and I think I'm helping to make a birthday cake. So that will be my first European cooking experience! Wahoo! I still have to get her a present, though. Tomorrow after Sprachschule I'm going to eat something delicious to celebrate the fact that I finished, and then go birthday-present-shopping. I hope the weather's nice- today it was cold and windy and rainy, and I braved it to go looking in Charlottenberg for an English bookstore, which I found and wandered around in for about half an hour browsing the lovely English titles. I bought She's Come Undone, which I'm saving for when I'm desperate for my mother tongue, and War and Peace, which I'm hoping will keep me busy reading-wise for quite a while, so that I don't have to go spend more money. Although I did just get a library card for the library in Tegel. Unfortunately, there are around 30 English books, but by the time I finish War and Peace I probably won't even want to read in English anymore.  It was funny- apparently you have to be 18 to have your own library card or be on a family plan or something, so I had to be under Daniela's name and so I had to be part of the family, so basically Daniela had to claim that I was her tochter... which she thought was really funny. "Du bist meine Tochter, hahaha!" I don't really know why it was so funny, but it was, and now I have a library card. So that's that.  On the topic of reading, the other day I remembered that Mom had sent me The Little Prince (one of my favorites- Thanks Mom!) and I so I brought it downstairs to read it- it usually only takes me an hour or so, so I was just going to enjoy the woodstove (we have a woodstove, I am so happy!), but then Sebastian said that they had the German version, and went on a search for it. So then he found it and Clara and I read them together- she would read a few paragraphs aloud of the German version, and I would read a few paragraphs in English, and so on.  It's been quite nice- I can follow along in English what she's reading in German- or at least sort of, as the sentence structure is different. But it's fun. Also, Judith has the French version, so if I get bored of learning German in a few months I can start learning French instead.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I need to restock my chocolate supply- I've been keeping a bar in my closet/wardrobe/cabinet thing, and eating a little bit every now and then... but they really don't last very long. But they are so good. Milka is one brand I see everywhere, rather hershey-like except not as big.  It is so delicious, and it comes with all these different yogurty-fillings.  But I've also been eating lots of soup and meat and vegetables so hopefully my nutrition is evening out a little?  I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling really glücklich right now- certainly tired but I've had a busyish day. I understand a lot of what my host family says to me, and the sentence structure and grammar is starting to fall into place in my mind a little bit.  I would say I'm quite confident in finding my way around, even if I get lost I have maps and I know how to ask for help in German.  I'm about to start normal school and start making friends, and I feel really relaxed and glad about where I am.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll update again after this weekend- Simon's bringing me to a motorcycle race on Sunday, so maybe that will bring up some exciting stories... I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. happy oktober!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6205382778947369591?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6205382778947369591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6205382778947369591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6205382778947369591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6205382778947369591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-more-day.html' title='one more day'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5954312842483304399</id><published>2009-09-29T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:41:11.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>So.. a lot has happened, and it seems really big and cool as it happens, and then afterwards I realize it wasn't really worth getting excited about.  For example, today I decided to get off the U-Bahn early and take a different bus home to the stop right in front of my house, just on a whim. I got to enjoy the streets instead of the dark smelly organs of the U-Bahn, until we stopped at a stop where I would guess about 30 or 40 teenagers got on. Clearly there was a school there, and I was lucky enough to already have a seat, however I spent the next 20 minutes squished against the window as more people tried to squish on at each stop. One stop was called Grindelwald Weg, which reminded me of Harry Potter and made me happy. Then I was zoning out and staring at a Feuerlöscher, and was racking my brains trying to think of the English word, and after about 5 minutes I realized it was a fire extinguisher. Maybe it's good that I'm forgetting my English because it means I'm improving on my German! Who knows. But that was my long and rather dull story, but as it was happening I was thinking how exciting my life was. :)&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of my day: before Sprachschule began, my teacher pulled me out into the hallway and asked me in German if I wanted to move up to a harder class because it seemed like I was getting bored (which was so true, but I thought I was doing a better job hiding it!). So I joined another class, which was much bigger and quite a bit more advanced, so I had a sort of hard time understanding what the teacher said but I understood most of what was going on. I'm just going to study really hard to try and catch up... although I can't believe I just spent 25€ on books for 3 more days of class. I didn't really think it through very well. But they'll be good to have for grammatical reference, and hopefully AFS will pay for them, so I'm glad I bought them.  &lt;br /&gt;I will try to briefly summarize the weekend, although it was full of events. Simon, Sebastian, Daniela and I drove down to a tiny little farm town somewhere near Frankfurt. It took around 4 1/2 hours to get there, and we passed so many windmills it was like I was in windmill wonderland or something.  The town was really sweet and old, and smelled like cow poop but in a good farmy way. We, along with at least 50 other people, all stayed in this little religious hotel place where we would celebrate Christa's 60th birthday. Christa is, from what I gathered from a family friend Rebecca, a member of the 'Friday Group' which was the group of young people (including Daniela I think) who had their Confirmations together and then met on Fridays for a while and became good friends. So everyone there was raised in the same religion, and Christa's husband is a priest, so there were like 5 religious services in the whole weekend... I think that's more than I've ever attended in my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  But they were pretty fun, and I got to sing loads of German hymns, and eat Jesus' blood and body.  There was a ton of good food, one of my favorites being basically a hot-dog-like sausage wrapped up in a layer of tater tot.  Except 5x better. And during the big Saturday night celebration, we all dressed up and drank wine (not very much for me, I didn't like it) and ate food and danced (only a couple times for me as I have no coordination when it comes to dancing) and listened to music, and everyone under the age of 30, plus a few older people, stayed up until 2:30 a.m.  So that was a good time, and I got to get to know some more people who I'll probably meet again at some point this year. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a rather long summary, but there it is.  Lately it has been really cold, and I've heard that the German winters are FREEZING. Tonight I walked to the bus stop after rowing, and it was already dark out at 7:30, and I had my north face fleece on but my teeth were chattering and my fingers were tingly.  Tomorrow I'm wearing my wool hat.  Maybe I will find a lovely little bakery (okay, finding one is not at all a problem-they're everywhere!) to sit down in and drink something warm and delicious and study my präpositionen and akkusativ rules.  Tchüss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5954312842483304399?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5954312842483304399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5954312842483304399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5954312842483304399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5954312842483304399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-8759856504906271697</id><published>2009-09-23T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:00:25.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lists</title><content type='html'>I was going to make this my original post but then got sidetracked...  2 posts in one day you lucky ducks!&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre/weird/different things I've noticed:&lt;br /&gt;-smartcars are EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;-on bigger streets, cars park on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;-on smaller streets, cars park on either side of the road, and then if someone's coming from the other direction one of you has to pull into a driveway so the other one can pass.&lt;br /&gt;-the lightswitches are the size of an altoids container (My brain isn't functioning properly yet; I couldn't think of anything better)&lt;br /&gt;-everything looks like it walked out of an ikea store (actually I'm pretty sure a lot of it did)&lt;br /&gt;-about 75% of people smoke&lt;br /&gt;-you have to use a Euro coin to unlock a shopping cart to use, and then it spits it back out at you when you lock it back up (hence, no stolen shopping carts?)&lt;br /&gt;-they eat SO MUCH FOOD and yet they stay skinny!!! &lt;br /&gt;-there are no closets, just wardrobe thingys. &lt;br /&gt;-they keep all the doors closed all the time. even the bathroom. which is annoying because for the first night I waited for like 20 minutes for someone to come out because I thought they were taking a shower, then I realized that the noise of water was just the fountain outside&lt;br /&gt;-they keep their bathroom windows open all the time, even though its 45 degrees outside at night&lt;br /&gt;-they eat very methodically, and make sure their meat fits their bread perfectly&lt;br /&gt;-they have at least 6 different types of toilet-flushers that i've seen so far&lt;br /&gt;-their toilet paper comes perforated in rectangles instead of squares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I miss (or probably will be missing) about America: (not in any particular order)&lt;br /&gt;-family&lt;br /&gt;-friends&lt;br /&gt;-my cats&lt;br /&gt;-pizza&lt;br /&gt;-having a girls' bike&lt;br /&gt;-knowing what everyone's talking about (but that wil come with time!)&lt;br /&gt;-the fun spring regattas on lovely days where the race is quick and fun and mostly we all just hang out and stuff ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;-English movies &amp; books&lt;br /&gt;-proximity to a very well-stocked library&lt;br /&gt;-my alarm clock that plays music to wake me up instead of beeping loudly and obnoxiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I don't miss: &lt;br /&gt;-having crew 5 days a week (at least)&lt;br /&gt;-construction in my house&lt;br /&gt;-having to get up at 6:30 every morning&lt;br /&gt;-living right on a main road next to a hospital&lt;br /&gt;-AP homework&lt;br /&gt;-NHS (I miss the people. just not the schedule/building/homework/etc)&lt;br /&gt;-having a quick, small breakfast and a big, heavy dinner&lt;br /&gt;-cat hair on my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-8759856504906271697?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8759856504906271697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=8759856504906271697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8759856504906271697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8759856504906271697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/09/lists.html' title='lists'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4312266042455961308</id><published>2009-09-23T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:43:56.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting better, i think!</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty good overall!  The morning was bleh, although I did splurge on a vanille frappe (not really knowing what it was, but it sounded good) during break and it was AMAZING.  I think they used legit vanilla beans. I'm going to have a very hard time not buying another one.  After Sprachschule I walked to the bookstore to try and get a receipt for the schoolbooks I bought... I didn't even think to ask for one when I bought them. But the man was very nice and taught me the German word for receipt (Quittung), and then reccommended a book for me in English (The Reader) which I bought gratefully.  So now I have new reading material and a receipt, so hopefully AFS will refund me for my schoolbooks.  After school there was nobody home, because Clara had Judo and Simon was... somewhere.  So I watched part of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, first in German with English subtitles, but the German voices are SO OBNOXIOUS so I watched it in English with German subtitles, which was much better. It's rather blissful to hear English, even if it is British.  I got about a third of the way through and then Clara and Simon and Daniela came home, so I went downstairs and I had gotten a letter from AFS about post-arrival orientation in mid-October.  It's in Berlin, and I'll probably take the UBahn over, I might email some of the other exchange students and see if they want to go together.  I'm really excited; we're staying in a student hostel and it will be my first AFS event with students from other countries! Plus we get to talk about what it's like to be here... and I do like to talk... Also, Daniela had a talk with my schule and she tried to tell me about it... I think I understood around half of it (of course, Sebastian was mumbling things in English to help, so that was somewhat helpful although sometimes I can't even understand their English).  But I know that I'm going to have to do some kind of apprenticeship thingy starting in January- Jakob did his in a bike shop, Simon did his with computers, and Judith did hers somewhere else. But Daniela mentioned something about a dentist.. I don't know if I would want to be a dentists' apprentice, it sounds a little gross.  But I'll keep my mind open.  I also learned that in the end of June, my class is going to Amsterdam!!! So I'm really psyched for that.  &lt;br /&gt;So after dinner, which was basically apple crisp (the Germans have bizarre eating habits) that Simon made out of apples and zwieback, Clara and Daniela and I went to the grocery store.  German grocery stores are funny- all the drinks are displayed in the shipping packaging, so you can either take a whole bunch all wrapped in plastic or rip it open and take one. And there are 2 aisles in this very small store almost entirely devoted to chocolate.  And another 2 aisles devoted to meat and fish.  And then there's random vegetables and snack foods squeezed in.  But going out of the house with people always makes me feel better, and so now I'm pretty cheerful, but it has definitely been an emotional roller-coaster! I think it's bringing down my immune system, because I have a cold- I had a runny nose for a few days, and now my throat hurts and I'm getting a cough. But hopefully it's a quickie cold, and tomorrow morning I'll be all better for my presentations!  I'm excited to miss language school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4312266042455961308?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4312266042455961308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4312266042455961308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4312266042455961308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4312266042455961308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-better-i-think.html' title='getting better, i think!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-1107615671515092621</id><published>2009-09-21T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:07:14.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning to connect</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to make this one short... today I successfully got to class 15 minutes early, and had time to practice reading a dorky German poem from my workbook. Then class began and I was one of the few who did my homework and could read the German poem without pausing (so I got kudos from the teacher- I was pretty cheerful inside).  After school I got a chocolate crossaint (SEHR GUT) and took the u-bahn back home.  Then Clara and I walked up the street to the market- it's really small and doesn't have a very wide selection of anything, but it's convenient for meat and produce and bread. But for anything else you should go into the city.  &lt;br /&gt;Last night I met Sebastian's sister and her husband. She and Sebastian look a lot alike. Also, Clara and her friend picked a bunch of acorns and cracked them all. I didn't even know you could eat acorns.  I don't really like them- they have no flavor and a weird texture. We had a creamy yellow soup for dinner, which was good even being a soup, and then we had this yogurt-berry parfait thing with a carmelized layer on top that was also good. After I finished my homework I went downstairs and read my National Geographic Adventure magazine (English- I can't even read a children's book in German yet) and then Clara turned on the tv to Galilleo- I'm not really sure what it is, but I think it's aimed for children and the episode we watched was this guy who was trying to cook a bunch of desserts in huge quantities- so he made jello in a kiddie pool, and an enormous crepe. I couldn't understand most of it, but it was still fun to watch.  &lt;br /&gt;AFS had sent us the wrong info accidentally for the Survival Orientation, but I think the actual one is next weekend, but since my host family didn't know that until Saturday, they already had plans to bring me to a big birthday celebration in Frankfurt.  So I don't think I can go. : (  However, I did get in contact with my liason, who seems very nice, and she said that she wants to meet me in person and she can tell me what they discussed at the survival camp. So it should all work out.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got invited to present to an English class in another school in Berlin on Thursday. I'll have to miss language school, but I think it should be fun. It's a school that's 95% Turkish, because they offer Turkish as a second language. AFS put together Thursday to be a cultural-exchange day, so I think they're having a bunch of AFSers do presentations. I don't really know what I'm going to say- hopefully I'll be able to say it in English, but I'll only have been here for a week and a half!  Oh well.  The guy who emailed me seems nice and he was an AFSer to Ohio a long time ago, so we have something in common to talk about.  &lt;br /&gt;I miss you all, but alles gut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-1107615671515092621?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/1107615671515092621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=1107615671515092621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1107615671515092621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/1107615671515092621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginning-to-connect.html' title='Beginning to connect'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5894317626330911957</id><published>2009-09-20T08:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:33:11.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One week down!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  It's been a week already, but it seems like I've been here for so much longer.  I started Sprachschule, or language school, two days after I arrived and it's been pretty fun. My class (of 6 students, all older than me) went on a field trip on a Berlin watertaxi, which was really cool.  Learning the language is really hard simply because I feel so helpless in understanding everyone, but every day I understand a little bit more.  The language school is mostly helping with grammar and sentence structure, and a bit of vocabulary.  Also, I have to take a bus and 2 different U-Bahns (basically subways) to get there, so I'm also learning how to use public transportation... in German.  It's been interesting. I've gotten lost a few times, but I've been able to ask for help so far and I've always found my way back.  &lt;br /&gt;I miss home more than I thought I would, but I'm having a really good time.  I said that I didn't have many expectations of my experience, but I think that I ignored the fact that I had expectations of myself to be less homesick and quicker to pick up the language. But I keep trying to remind myself to give myself a break and just concentrate on listening to people speak in German.  Someday I'll get it!  &lt;br /&gt;I started rowing 2 days a week with a rowing club about half an hour away by bus, plus a 15 minute walk.  The other rowers have been friendly, but it's been really awkward since none of them speak very good English (which is probably a good thing) and so I just stumble around following people (and on Friday I almost got into the wrong boat. Oops.) I think that I'm on the just-for-fun team, which means no regattas to get up early for! Cheers! Of course, their idea of a practice is rowing for 2 hours straight with one five-minute break in the middle.  Yikes. It's definitely different than what I'm used to.  It's probably for the better though, because the coxswain doesn't have to say anything other than 'row' and 'stop' (except in German), so there's less for me to get confused by.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up at 6 and went with my host parents and host brother to another part of Berlin, where we were volunteers in the Berlin Marathon.  We got to watch the wheelchair section (they were going reallllly fast!) and then we handed out cups of water to the runners. There was an hour and a half long mass of marathon runners that pounded their way over the lake of trashed plastic cups. Sebastian said there were around 30,000 of them- that's like everyone in Northampton getting together and running a marathon.  Whoa. But I did get a very cool neon yellow volunteer's jacket, which is waterproof (thank goodness, the runners were throwing water everywhere) and says Berlin Marathon on it.  I was pretty excited. &lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a lazy Sunday afternoon in my house, and I feel like I should be doing something more German and not connecting with all you (although I miss you all very much!!!), so I'm going to go study my language books... urgh.  I can't wait until the language books get to easy for me and I can just spew out a load of German! I'm going to have to wait a little while, though.  I think this experience should definitely do some magic work to my patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5894317626330911957?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5894317626330911957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5894317626330911957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5894317626330911957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5894317626330911957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-week-down.html' title='One week down!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-3464067766072911019</id><published>2009-09-14T05:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:57:51.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Deutschland, at last!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm really wishing I was fluent in German already.  However, I know that the painful and difficult struggle I am about to pursue is part of the whole exchange experience, so I'm not focusing on my regrets.  I am still pretty tired after many hours of travel but I don't think it's fatigue from being surrounded by a new country yet.  I think that's probably coming soon, though.  Our flight was good, although dinner was served at midnight, and so I finally fell asleep at 1 am and then at about 3:30 I woke up and it was light out (because it was 7:00 where we were flying over.  We landed at about 6, which was noon German time. Then I, along with a few other people, was taken to the waiting area for people leaving on trains.  For some reason my train was full of Brazilian exchange students, so I couldn't even understand the other students! But I sat with some other Americans and we played cards and bought our first German items... except we were on a train so there wasn't much to choose from.  I bought a Twix bar for 1,5 Euro.  It was deliciously German.  Then some of us switched trains and there weren't any open tables, so I sat by myself and tried to get some sleep while listening to Portuguese.  At 8 p.m. (German time) we got to our stop and I met my host familie!!! They are very nice.  Clara made me a sign and a pin with my name on them.  When we got to the house we had dinner: bread with meat and cheese and salad. I was so happy there was salad.  I met Simon and Lisa, his girlfriend, and everyone spoke in Deutsch while I sat there eating... oh well.  Then I took a shower- the showerhead was really low but I managed.  The toilets are very funny- they all have a sticker on the seat with 2 pictures of a man peeing (not real pictures, just those little black figures on bathroom doors) and one says "bitte" (please) with a red x over it and the other (the wrong way) says "danke" (thank you).  The one with an x is a man standing, the other is a man sitting.  Apparently German men don't stand when they pee.  I haven't embarrassed myself terribly yet, although I did mistake a soup plate for a bread plate.  Whoopsie-daisy.  &lt;br /&gt;I went to church with my host parents on Sunday, for the first time in my life.  It was definitely a good experience, but I don't think I'll be going every week. Or even every other week.  Clara talked to me all day long, and I'm not sure she realized that I couldn't understand anything she was saying, but sometimes I could get the jist of it.  She taught me how to play this simple game with pegs and dice, and then we played Rummycube (I won!!) and pick-up sticks, and after the afternoon meal (lunch + dinner combined) we played "Cafe International", a board game from the 80s that was fun but definitely entailed some stereotypes... there were cartoon pictures of men and women from different countries, and all the Cubans had cigars and military outfits, the Russians had fur hats, and the Americans had big flashy sunglasses.  It was fun, though.  Today Daniela (host mom) took me to the market to get food.  It was an interesting experience.  Did you know that in Germany you have to put a Euro coin into the shopping carts in order to use them? And then when you're done you put the cart back and lock it with the others and it gives you your coin back, to prevent people from stealing. Also, everyone brings baskets or bags, if you don't then you have to buy bags. Overall it is very eco-friendly here.  &lt;br /&gt;I have found that at night and in the morning I feel pretty down, asking myself how I got myself into this mess where I can't understand anything and I won't be home for 10 months. But as soon as I go downstairs and start talking to people, even if they can't understand what I'm saying it makes me feel more cheerful and very lucky that I get to learn this cool language.  Well, I love you all, but I'm going to go help make lunch now!  Auf Wiedersehen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-3464067766072911019?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3464067766072911019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=3464067766072911019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3464067766072911019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3464067766072911019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-deutschland-at-last.html' title='In Deutschland, at last!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5368532860995680074</id><published>2009-09-02T08:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:18:43.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries, Woes, and Walla-Walla</title><content type='html'>So last night I had a dream that I was at the airport about to get on the plane when my mom tells me that I'm not going to Germany; instead she's booked me a flight to Walla-Walla. She said that it's closer to home (not by much, but it is in the same country) and since nobody actually knows where it is they'll still be just as impressed.  (I know where it is. And I'm only 16. I'm sure there are plenty of 40-something-year-olds out there who know it's in Washington.) Anyway, I think Mom's sort of starting to freak out a little, and so she tells me to relax and breathe and that if I don't buy everything I need before I go then I can buy stuff there, but I think she's really attempting to relax herself.  My poor sister started school today and last night my mom kept forgetting that she had to go to bed early.  So then we had to go find a Staples to try and find a binder for her, because Mom keeps forgetting it's September and she's not on vacation anymore.  Oh well.  She'll get a kick in the rump soon enough when I'm not there lollygagging and Olivia has piles of homework and the driveway has piles of leaves.  &lt;br /&gt;So, now for my worries and woes... I don't really have a lot, but it made for a good title.  I decided to deal with a winter coat once I get there. I bought a North face fleece that should do for fall, and I'm bringing a hat and gloves and such. There's a pair of boots I found online that look quite nice (on sale!!) but I wouldn't be able to pack them anyway so I'm just going to wait. I might have mom order them and then ship them to me anyway, though.  Because she won't have enough to do.  I think I've got nearly everything I need.  I'm going downtown today to buy a lens filter and some new Converse, and I have to go peanut-butter-and-oreo shopping at some point. I don't know how I'm going to fit all this stuff though! I stuffed my backpack full of clothes yesterday, and it only weighed 25 pounds.  I'm going to have to start using Ziploc baggies to squish out all the air. I decided on a many-layered airplane outfit so that I can take as much weight off my bag as possible (not that it matters a whole lot since I've got 20 pounds to spare.) So, now that you've heard all that gloriously boring stuff, I'll put up some pictures of my house and host family that my familie emailed me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wcbxrNvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nH9z4B0jhwE/s1600-h/11_Fasmilie.Brustbild.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wcbxrNvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nH9z4B0jhwE/s200/11_Fasmilie.Brustbild.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376858638921709298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wbyYeVVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/E2uXG4VcS-k/s1600-h/P1010273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wbyYeVVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/E2uXG4VcS-k/s200/P1010273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376858627810153810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wbnYnMGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/TjihJQLeDKI/s1600-h/P1010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wbnYnMGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/TjihJQLeDKI/s200/P1010272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376858624857944162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wbYL3g-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/8YvJ9o3gwbQ/s1600-h/P1010268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wbYL3g-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/8YvJ9o3gwbQ/s200/P1010268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376858620777956322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wa7IeP1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/lx6HCma6joo/s1600-h/P1010265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wa7IeP1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/lx6HCma6joo/s200/P1010265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376858612979089234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5368532860995680074?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5368532860995680074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5368532860995680074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5368532860995680074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5368532860995680074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/09/worries-woes-and-walla-walla.html' title='Worries, Woes, and Walla-Walla'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/Sp5wcbxrNvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nH9z4B0jhwE/s72-c/11_Fasmilie.Brustbild.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2558714680339249139</id><published>2009-08-28T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:24:11.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Frenzy</title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp and the Cape!  The day after I got back from camp, still in a slight society shock, my family zoomed off to Cape Cod for a few days, which was beautiful and fun but slightly stressful at the same time because I have so much to do and there's no internet access or malls in Truro.  I have a 2-page to do list, not to mention a packing list and a buying list.  I'm leaving for D.C. in exactly a week! I'm super-excited, and I think I can definitely accomplish everything I need to in a week as long as I can convince my mom to drive me to Holyoke to buy all the stuff I need... mostly winter clothes and shoes, plus an ipod charger that works in Germany.  I'm also packing up my room- today I sent 2 boxes out to the pod, and I have another one almost packed in my room.  then I have to pack a box of stuff I might need my mom to send me so it needs to be easily reachable.  And I have to pack to actually leave.  Psh I have a lot to do.  Hopefully I'll get one more post in before I leave, maybe with pictures of my bumload of stuff I'm bringing.  Of course I still have to keep it under 44 pounds... this is going to be quite interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2558714680339249139?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2558714680339249139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2558714680339249139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2558714680339249139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2558714680339249139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/08/packing-frenzy.html' title='Packing Frenzy'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5971364630574902838</id><published>2009-08-02T09:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:42:37.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp and German Grammar</title><content type='html'>Hallo everyone... so today I am leaving for 3 weeks of overnight camp!  Wahoo!  I'll be in my 2nd year as a Leader-in-Training, which means that we have to do more counselor-ish work, but we have to pay less to go.  I'm pretty much all packed, and I have a lot of stuff... two plastic bins (the rolling ones that go under your bunk), a duffel bag, and my backpack. I think I inherited my mutter's packing skills.  Ah well.  I am pledging to ignore that part of my genes when I go to Germany!  &lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone wants to write to me at camp (please do! I promise to write back!), the address is:&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine Landry/ LIT&lt;br /&gt;Wildwood-Mass Audubon&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 826&lt;br /&gt;Rindge, NH 03461&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been doing a lot of German-learning, and the German grammar is killing me... it's so confusing, there is one word ("sie") that means she, you formal, and they.  And the verbs only change the ending if the subject is I or you familiar.  But I think I'm catching on!  I put up sticky vocab labels all over the house.  The only one Mom knows is "das Auto", because it's in her car.  I love the word for refrigerator, it's "der Kühlschrank," which literally means "cool cabinet".   It's quite fun to say.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I must be going now... I have to bring all my stuff downstairs while Dad empties bales of hay out of his truck (don't ask me what they're doing there. Maybe he's fulfilling his lifelong dream of becoming a farmer).  Auf wiedersehen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5971364630574902838?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5971364630574902838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5971364630574902838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5971364630574902838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5971364630574902838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/08/camp-and-german-grammar.html' title='Camp and German Grammar'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5580818625412193807</id><published>2009-07-14T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:10:48.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Kleine Dunkel Wolke (The little dark cloud)</title><content type='html'>My German is coming along well, I have gotten the general idea of the pronunciation from Rosetta Stone and now I'm working in my German textbooks that I bought off Amazon.com.  : )  They have a recent publication date but all the pictures show people from the 80's, kind of like my Spanish books at school.  I actually think they're the same publisher. Maybe they use all the same pictures.  Also, I found a little blank journal in my room when I was "cleaning up", and I decided to make it my German journal.  I'm writing a bit in it (in German) each day.  Right now I'm only doing a couple basic sentences, but I hope to build up to a paragraph or so before I leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a not so cheery note, last Wednesday my alarm didn't go off and therefore I got up late for crew practice.  I rushed downstairs and threw on some clothes and called my coach in a panic, apologizing for being late and shoving a Kashi bar down my throat for breakfast.  So, already in a hurry, I biked downtown and down the Fort St. hill and was pulling onto the dirt road when I saw a car turning around a little ways ahead, so I slowed down.  Unfortunately for me, there had been an enormous rainstorm the night before and there was a tiny mud patch right in front of me, on which my bike slid and I went flying.  Fortunately for me, the car that was turning had been full of Jehovah's witnesses, who gave me tissues to wipe up the blood and a cell phone to call my dad and his truck to the rescue.  Then Mom and I spent most of the afternoon in the doctor's office/ hospital, only to find out that I had broken my radial head.  So now I have to wear my right arm in a sling, and my knees are still all bleedy and gross and where they're not bloody they're purple and bruised.  My nose and right hand are swollen, and it kind of hurts to walk PLUS it's a right pain in the arse to do everything left-handed. So the moral of that lovely story was SLOW DOWN and WEAR A HELMET. (I was wearing a helmet.  I was just saying.  Don't forget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a broken arm can't dampen my excitement though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5580818625412193807?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5580818625412193807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5580818625412193807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5580818625412193807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5580818625412193807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/07/das-kleine-dunkel-wolke-little-dark.html' title='Das Kleine Dunkel Wolke (The little dark cloud)'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2565505249238027319</id><published>2009-06-15T15:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:03:58.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Berlin</title><content type='html'>Today I finally received an "official email" telling me that my host family is in fact who I am going to be living with for 10 months!!  Their phone and address look really funny and different than ours.  I will definitely be contacting them to work on my German and find out more about them!! My host dad is a physician and my host mom is a nurse, so Dad hopes I'll be getting a medical background and Mom hopes they'll have lots of money and will bring me traveling.  : )  I would be quite pleased with either of those scenarios and hopefully any others that come along!  I'm excited that I get to be Clara's Groß Gastschwester!! Plus hopefully I'll get to meet Judith and Simon over the holiday breaks, I think they're both going to university next year.  I'll have to confirm that, though.  My house looks to be in a nice area on google maps, but I couldn't really tell.  Unfortunately, I also looked up the distance to downtown Berlin... it's a half-hour drive and about 3 1/2 hours of walking.  Hmm.  I guess I won't be walking downtown.. but thats fine, I think my house is right near a train station and of course the public transportation/ biking in Europe is supposed to be much better than here.  I am soooo excited! (Also I've been working on my German... I can now translate a line of a Dolly Parton song- "Das Himmel ist blau und Das Gras ist grün".  (the sky is blue and the grass is green).  Very deep.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am finally 16!!!! I had a wonderful birthday, and a lovely few days afterward still enjoying the birthday feeling. (and cake.)  I made these cupcakes from one of my birthday presents, a cupcake cookbook!  But the frosting was terrible- I was trying to make sunflowers and halfway through eating them my uncle goes "Hey wait, are these supposed to be sunflowers?" Oh well.  I'll have to keep working on my piping skills.  I got loads of really great gifts from my family members.  I went on a weekend trip to Boston with my cousin and two friends to celebrate, which was tons of fun.  My aunt and uncle gave me $50, which of course went right into the bank for Germany! I got some money from my great grandparents, and my grandpa sent me this gorgeous photo of the Harvest moon (that he took himself, of course) and my grandma sent me a little Venus goddess and a handmade book of all these inspirational and philosophical poems and such.  My other aunt and uncle gave me The Exchange Student Survival Kit, which I read on the beach the other day.  It's awesome! To any exchange students reading this, you should definitely get it out of the library! It's by Bettina Hansel, and it has all the stages you will go through in your exchange and that it's normal to feel certain ways, etc.  And then for the big shabang.. I think my parents were thinking ahead and therefore gave me gifts for not only my 16th birthday but next Christmas and my next birthday as well.  I got rosetta stone German (yes!! it's awesome, I've been using it all the time), and a great EMS internal frame backpack that I'll use to pack in! I already took it hiking once, I really like the size.  I'm going to start practice-packing soon... I have to get it under 44 pounds!  Mom and Dad also gave me iTunes money, a touristy Berlin book, a German dictionary, a book of women's travel writing, a blank journal, some goods from Sweeties, a Sweeties t-shirt, Burts Bees chapstick, and antibacterial wipes.  Which was apparently everything I need for the trip.  =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2565505249238027319?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2565505249238027319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2565505249238027319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2565505249238027319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2565505249238027319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthdays-berlin-and-broken-arms.html' title='Birthdays and Berlin'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5849846693263159788</id><published>2009-05-31T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:11:40.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Departure Orientation</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, my mom and I drove to Storrs, CT for my pre-departure orientation.  It was really fun, there were several returnees, some of which were still in high school, that we got to talk to plus I got to meet a bunch of kids who are going away next year also.  Actually I was one of the few who was going for the whole year, there were a lot of people only going for a summer.  Several girls said that they really wished they'd signed up for a year now because they are getting more and more stoked about this experience. &lt;br /&gt;So.  The returnees were definitely the most helpful- they told us loads of stories about their experiences and what they had to deal with.  There were definitely a lot of hard things they had to go through but overall they all seemed to have a really great time!! One girl, Samantha, went to Belgium and couldn't stop talking about it!!! She really bonded with her host family and became a part of their culture, which I think is the coolest thing EVAH.  Another returnee, Christine, went to Germany as a college student, and she says Berlin is the best city ever!! Plus in a conference call last week I realized that I will be in Berlin for the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall (1989).  So that will definitely be an enormous party!!! I'm totally psyched.  I am hoping to find out more about my host family though- most people who know about theirs have received official notification of some sort but I've only gotten an email from my family.  I really hope I get to stay with them though, they seem really nice!!!  &lt;br /&gt;As soon as the school year is over (14 more school days + finals!!!!!) I am planning to get Rosetta Stone for German and get some practice in.  I've already put up vocab stickers around my room, which help a little (although they tend to fall off things).  &lt;br /&gt;7 days until my 16th birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5849846693263159788?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5849846693263159788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5849846693263159788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5849846693263159788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5849846693263159788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-departure-orientation.html' title='Pre-Departure Orientation'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-3182966313378565991</id><published>2009-04-09T20:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:14:22.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Calls, Pre-Departure, and Host family!!!</title><content type='html'>So things are really starting to shape up now! Last week during my dinner break at rehearsal, I had to call into a conference call about receiving the scholarship and all the details.  So basically it was a guy who told us congrats, but don't accept the scholarship if you think you want to travel around while you're there or if you want to leave early to go to prom or a wedding or if you want to come home in the middle for some event or something.  It was a little intimidating, but there is no way I'm not accepting (plus I signed the papers weeks ago).  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got an email about pre-departure orientation, held at UCONN on Memorial Day.  I think it's for everyone in New England who's traveling with AFS next year though, not just to Germany. So I'll get to meet some other kids, and that will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;But the most exciting news is that I got an email last week from a family in Germany who wants to be my host!!!!!! I was so excited (although I haven't heard back from them yet and nothing is certain).  But I'll tell you what I know about them and change this later if it doesn't work out or something.  The parents are Daniela and Sebastian, and they have 4 kids, but only one of them lives at home. Judith is 21 and is living in Spain, Simon is 20 and completing his mandatory military service, Jakob is 16 but he is coming to the US next year through AFS, and Clara is 10 and is living at home.  So I get 2 older brothers and an older sister!  Although who knows if I'll actually get to meet them or not.  Also, 3 of the kids are rowers!!!! So I'll be staying buff while in Germany, I hope.  I really hope  they email back soon, I am getting quite anxious to hear back...&lt;br /&gt;In exactly 2 months, I'll be 16!! Which actually doesn't affect anything really, because I haven't even gotten my permit so I can't get my license, and the only other freedom I can think of that comes with 16 is the ability to get a body part pierced without parental consent.  But I'm not planning on going on any piercing rampages, so I guess I'll just celebrate with the fact that I get to go to Germany next year (and drink beer, because the drinking age &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is 16).  Woohoo! But I can't think about celebrating right now because I have an A.P. Modern European History test coming up in less than a month!!!!!  aaaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My mother has now started to frequently remind me that I wrote in an earlier post that I would never doubt her again if I got the scholarship.  Well, I guess I dug that ditch for myself.  Oh well.  I think I can withstand another few months of that, then it's off to Berlin!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-3182966313378565991?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/3182966313378565991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=3182966313378565991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3182966313378565991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/3182966313378565991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/04/phone-calls-pre-departure-and-host.html' title='Phone Calls, Pre-Departure, and Host family!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-5101826047122348946</id><published>2009-03-14T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:04:05.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congress-Bundestag Scholarship</title><content type='html'>I. Got. It.  &lt;br /&gt;I got the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly eased of the burden of almost $10,000.&lt;br /&gt;I can call myself a Congress-Bundestag Scholar.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Germany with a full scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;I just got a full scholarship to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God. &lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am ridiculously happy.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-5101826047122348946?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/5101826047122348946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=5101826047122348946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5101826047122348946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/5101826047122348946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/03/congress-bundestag-scholarship.html' title='Congress-Bundestag Scholarship'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2500187861875259506</id><published>2009-02-22T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:59:27.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Leaders Scholarship</title><content type='html'>I would just like to take this opportunity to thank AFS-USA immensely for the Global Leaders scholarship they have awarded me.  I am so excited for this adventure, and I am so grateful for the support I have received from AFS, both financially and emotionally.  This experience has been my dream for such a long time, and it seems absolutely amazing that it is actually happening.  Even though I don't even know what country I'll be going to for sure, I am so happy that I am even getting this chance to be immersed in another culture for an entire year.  I have become even more inspired to fundraise on my own in order to fund this year abroad, and when I return from my adventure, I want to be able to help and support others who have a dream of living in a whole other world.  It is my dream to become fluent in a whole new language and become comfortable in a brand new culture, and AFS is helping me to achieve this.  Thank you, AFS, for letting me be a Global Leaders scholar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2500187861875259506?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2500187861875259506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2500187861875259506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2500187861875259506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2500187861875259506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/02/global-leaders-scholarship.html' title='Global Leaders Scholarship'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-6898066112506035754</id><published>2009-02-01T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:33:03.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Mom and I drove to Schenectady, NY for a 4-hour session in which I had an individual interview and got to meet several other Congress-Bundestag applicants, as well as one of last years recipients.  It was kind of stressful- I thought they would ask me about my reasons for applying and why I wanted to go to Germany and all that jazz.  Instead they asked totally philosophical questions about impossible situations (their words, not mine).  I think I did all right, though, although I kind of spaced out during one of the questions and kept repeating myself.  The other applicants confessed to doing that, too, though.  Each individual interview took about 20 minutes, so while one person was getting interviewed the rest of us would talk.  Last year's recipient, a German guy named Tim, told us a lot about Germany and what it was like to be an exchange student.  He was really funny.  The other kids were nice, too.  I have some really tough competition, though- one of the girls was a senior, and she already got accepted early admittance to Dartmouth!!! I really hope I'm good enough to get one of the 50 scholarships...  Anyway, after we all finished our individual interviews, we had a group "interview"- that's what they called it, but it turned out we had to build a tower out of a few sheets of paper, a paper bag, some straws, and some pipe cleaners.  Oh, and a roll of scotch tape.  Then we sat down afterwards and had a discussion in which the interviewers all wrote furiously.  I'm not sure if that's good or bad.  Yikes!  &lt;br /&gt;I have to wait until early March to find out, so I'm going to spend February working like a maniac to earn money as though I wasn't getting the scholarship.  Just in case.  Mom says it's like a snow day- if you don't do your homework and prepare, fate will make sure the storm goes the other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-6898066112506035754?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/6898066112506035754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=6898066112506035754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6898066112506035754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/6898066112506035754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview.html' title='Interview...'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-2305406257440158479</id><published>2009-01-13T18:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:27:51.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement is growing!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!! I just received an email informing me that I have been awarded $1500 for the Global Leaders merit scholarship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Of course, if I get the full scholarship to Germany, I won't get the Global Leaders scholarship money, but that is fine with me!  I had a dream that I got a call and someone said "I'm sorry, but you can't have the global leaders money anymore." and I said, "why not?" and then they told me I got the full scholarship and I got so excited.  And then my cat jumped on me and woke me up.   &lt;br /&gt;There is a selection committee coming up in a couple of weeks, and I find out about the full scholarship in March.  I get little butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it!  However, I have been making arrangements in case I don't get it- I met with a woman who needs a babysitter for 3-year-old daughter Lily, who is quite adorable, and I should be starting babysitting with her soon.  I need to finish up a couple job applications and send them in, and I'm keeping my eyes and ears open for any hidden employment options around Northampton.  If I don't get the full scholarship, I'll need to start working like a powerhouse.  Hmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;But, as Mom puts it, I'm still putting out positive energy- it got me $1500, didn't it?  If it works to get me a full scholarship, I shall never doubt my mother again.  Except maybe once and a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-2305406257440158479?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/2305406257440158479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=2305406257440158479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2305406257440158479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/2305406257440158479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2009/01/excitement-is-growing.html' title='Excitement is growing!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-4168663816860084984</id><published>2008-12-22T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:34:46.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full app...</title><content type='html'>Today I am sending out my full application!!!!!!!!!  I have checked it over about sixteen times, quadruple-checked every form I uploaded, and my application is complete.  Except for the application fee.  Last year, the fee was $500, which also acted as a deposit.  However, now it has gone up to $900... It will be refunded if I get the Germany scholarship, so I am praying with all my might that I can be one of the 50 scholarship recipients.  However, I have been doing some math in the meantime... If I forfeit my allowance for the rest of the year and pool it with the money I have in my savings account right now, I can pay $442.45, which is almost half of the fee.  My parents agreed to pay for the other half (for now, anyway... I'll get to paying them back at some point, but hopefully I'll get that scholarship and I won't have to!), so now I've started mathematicizing the rest of the money.  That is, in case I don't get the scholarship.  But I'm going to.  (Positive thinking- my mom has been trying to feed me positive energy books for years, so I'm going to use it.)  Anyway.  The total cost to go to Germany is $12,000, a combination of the cost of the program and their suggested amount of spending money.  If I get the scholarship, excuse me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I get the scholarship, I'll only have to raise $2,100 (the approximate equivalent of 1500 euro).  So if I can get my parents to contribute my allowance from September (when I leave) until July (when I return), I can subtract $352.  Plus, I can subtract my half of the application fee, because the fee is basically a down payment on the program.  I have $1344.14 in my CD at the bank right now, which leaves me with $9,861.38.  That's still a lot of money.  I need a job.  Pronto.  Or a scholarship. Or both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-4168663816860084984?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/4168663816860084984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=4168663816860084984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4168663816860084984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/4168663816860084984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2008/12/full-app.html' title='Full app...'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-190246636682183567</id><published>2008-12-16T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:48:01.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany application!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I miraculously FINISHED MY GERMANY SCHOLARSHIP APPLICATION!!!  And it was a day before the deadline, too!  There was a mid-application crisis when I found out that my history teacher had sent her reference form to the wrong place, so I panicked and begged my English teacher to fill the form out and give it back TO ME, and he gladly did it, even though I gave him two days because I had been notified so late.  So he gave that back to me promptly, and my guidance counselor filled out her forms, and I finished my essays, and sent it in today, on the deadline!  Of course, after all the panic and confusion, I found out that the deadline had actually been moved to December 23, which would have given me another week, because of all the power outages in the Northeastern area.  Oh well.  Maybe I'll get priority since I sent mine in earlier.  &lt;br /&gt;For my full application, I only have to finish my host family letter, which is almost done, get my doctor to sign the health forms (this is the fourth time I've had to return the forms to her office.  It seems that she forgets something crucial every single time.), and convince my mother to write the parent's letter.  Plus come up with $500... that might be the most difficult part, since I've only got about $200 in my savings account (and $1300 in a CD).  Whew, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hope I get that scholarship, that would definitely help out my financial situation.  In the meantime, I have a trip with my chorus tomorrow to New York City to do a workshop with Broadway performers and then see them perform in a matinee of Mamma Mia!!!!!  And then after that I have four more days of school before winter break!!!!  I'm so excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-190246636682183567?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/190246636682183567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=190246636682183567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/190246636682183567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/190246636682183567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2008/12/germany-application.html' title='Germany application!'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-8523705171829602320</id><published>2008-12-02T18:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:36:42.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Applications....</title><content type='html'>It's December!!!!!  The season of snow, family and friends, baking (well, not in our house...), shopping, homework overload, holiday stress, and general fun and excitement.  And applications.  At the moment I am filling out FOUR different applications.  I can only imagine what the college application must be like.  I have a couple years before that, though.  My mom was flipping out because my guidance counselor was expressing her worries about my missing the junior SATs and how if I didn't receive grades while I was abroad, colleges might not like it.&lt;br /&gt;1.  My first application is the full application for my foreign exchange program.  You know, essay for the host family, all the medical and public release forms, photos, passport info, etc., etc.  I'd say I'm 3/4 of the way done- I still have to finish my host family essay and get Mom to start hers.  And I have a doctor's appointment Thursday to get my pulse and respiration tested.  Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm also working on an application for a FULL SCHOLARSHIP to Germany.  Germany wasn't even on my list before,  but then I read about the scholarship and started looking into Germany, and it sounds like a pretty fly place.  I've had to ask several teachers to be my references two or three times, because I have so many applications requiring recommendations right now.  I'm amazed my teachers are even agreeing to do them.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I've been going to the same Mass Audubon camp in New Hampshire for the past four years, and last summer I was a "leader-in-training".  For the second-year leaders in training, they require you to fill out an application, which includes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; references.  And a resume.  My family members are all talking about how they didn't make a resume until after college.  I don't have much to put on it, other than my participation on the crew team... I haven't really worked anywhere before.&lt;br /&gt;4. The fourth application is small and doesn't require any references, but it's a job application for Cooper's Corner, a little grocery store in Florence owned by my friend's dad.  A job would definitely be helpful in the funding of this trip in case I don't get the scholarship.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the day before Thanksgiving, I RECEIVED MY PASSPORT IN THE MAIL!!!!  I was so excited.  It's so pretty and I can't wait to get it stamped!  I only handed in my application about a week and a half before, so it came really fast. &lt;br /&gt;More later... I have two tests to study for, Spanish work, a poem to memorize and analyze, and a chapter to read in my history textbook.  Gross.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also, I confirmed my winter craziness by getting a part in the musical!! Most of my friends are in the general chorus, but I got the part of "second woman panhandler".  I had to ask one of my friends to explain what a panhandler was.  Apparently all the tiny roles like those get a line or two, and then just sing with the chorus, which is great for me, because it means I don't have very many rehearsals, but I still get to be in the musical.  Now I just  have to register for the ERG TEAM!! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-8523705171829602320?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8523705171829602320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=8523705171829602320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8523705171829602320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8523705171829602320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-applications.html' title='More Applications....'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867387853329462352.post-8199078852622743232</id><published>2008-11-11T08:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:12:46.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Application &amp; Scholarships</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's amazing how fast October flew by.  We're halfway through our first semester over here in Northampton, and so we've kind of got a fresh start.  Crew ended a while ago, and so I've had a lot more time after school to do homework, although recently I've found myself working more on my application and less on my homework.  Oops.  Although next week I'll be auditioning for the school musical, which rehearses a couple times a week, and then in January I'll be joining the indoor rowing team.  Plus today I'm biking over to this café in Florence and applying for a job, because this foreign exchange ain't gonna be cheap.  So I'll definitely be busy this winter.  I've been applying for scholarships like a crazy woman- I just applied for AFS's main scholarship, the Global Leaders Scholarship, which included three merit scholarships and a need-based scholarship (financial aid).  The merit scholarship forms I gave out to my history teacher, my English teacher, and my crew coach, and I made my dad fill out the financial aid... what do I know about taxes?  Anyway, that scholarship can get me anywhere from $700 to $3800.  I'm aiming for the $3800, needless to say.  I also recently discovered another scholarship, the Congress-Bundestag, which awards 50 full scholarships each year for students living in eastern states to go to Germany.  At first I skimmed over it because I wasn't initially interested in Germany, but as I researched, it actually sounds like quite a fun place and I've added it to my list and printed out the application for the full scholarship.  That would be mucho-grande helpful in this whole shenanigan.  &lt;br /&gt;On my lengthy to-do list is apply for a passport, finish my Germany scholarship application, write the letter to my host family, and get my parents to write a letter to my host family.  I think the last one will be the hardest, especially since my mom comes home to our shell of a house and would rather lay in bed reading and eating chocolate than doing anything else.  Oh well.  Maybe I'll bribe her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867387853329462352-8199078852622743232?l=jasminelandry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/feeds/8199078852622743232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867387853329462352&amp;postID=8199078852622743232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8199078852622743232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867387853329462352/posts/default/8199078852622743232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminelandry.blogspot.com/2008/11/full-application-scholarships.html' title='Full Application &amp; Scholarships'/><author><name>Jasmine Landry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16713449982157611968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELfsaS3aIpo/SpsOXITey4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-Qw-Z2KUbGs/S220/DSC_0602.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
