my study abroad to 1825 commences
04.10.2011 - 06.10.2011
....October 4, a fateful day:
SO I MET MY FUTURE PEOPLE. Everyone is kind of a stereotyped larger-than-life character – I don’t know if it’s small-town life or what, but man.
Herr Doktor is hysterical; he is literally Jim Broadbent as Professor Slughorn. There is seriously not much to add, except that he actually is Jim Broadbent as Professor Slughorn, has two giant sheepdogs, never closes the doors to his house (er, what?), smokes like a chimney, and is Jim Broadbent as Professor Slughorn.
Anna is nice and has pretty okay English, doesn’t work, and gardens a ton (A TON). She’s always picking up plants from trails and stuff; the house looks like a jungle.
Tom is a carpenter who has four huge aquariums, at least seven ear piercings (one of which is a large pencil-sized pointed crystal), a red handkerchief around his neck at all times and a vest with one pocket of dog treats, and not much English because he had to take Russian growing up in EAST GERMANY aldksjgkasgdskal not sure how to broach this subject but like OH MY GOD TELL ME YOUR LIFE STORY
Nola is a small dog with expressive ears who likes treats.
I live in Werder – small town is small. Reaaaally small. Two streetsl. It was its own village until like five years ago, when it got incorporated into Rehfelde, which is also small but bigger than two streets, so bigger than Werder.
I live in a house-flat-converted barn homeland, along with the EXTREMELY OLD like UNESCO old schoolhouse next door...
I got a whole flat to myself (yeah, whoa) with a giant bed and only antique furniture operated via actual antique skeleton key (a trunk and a wardrobe!)
And here is my ‘hood and how I open my closet trunk beasts:
This be some mad farmland, man. We’re talking middle of noooowhere village with wild boar, tiny deer, huge hare, fields all over everywhere, ancient houses…Just, you know, staying in a building older than the United States. No big.
Anyway holy hell it is windy here; I am living in a converted barn that’s like 250 years old and whoooo insect friends and wind making it sound like I am about to be crushed in rubble okay then. The heating system is…lol there’s a reason they rent this out for a summer home haha. Blankets I shall wear you on my body. Also one lightbulb went out in the already dark kitchen/living room place so OH YES LET ME USE MY SKELETON KEY BY CANDLELIGHT TO EAT BREAD FOR DINNER GUESS WHAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY DOING A STUDY ABROAD IN 1825 PLEASE TO ENJOY
Day One! Of my new mini-life. I am kind of Jane Eyre, except without a hot and brooding Michael Fassbender to weep over me in a cravat. I am employed as a semi-live-in English tutor (oho aka governess-type see how this goes), and the couple who own my lodgings are…very aristocratic. It’s definitely interesting. They have two servants (oh yes you heard me); one is a nice if quietish housekeeper lady who gets verbally abused by the groundskeeper/housemaster who lives upstairs (of whom I am kind of terrified, but maybe we can never have to interact ever? Please?).
Tonight we sat outside drinking wine in the dark and having A. tell us in her deeply posh British accent how she has had to deal with servants before and how her husband is the one who’s good with discipline since he spent time in the German army. !!!! OKAY. A hard conversation topic for me to participate in, I gotta say. Haven’t personally been giving underlings the hand and dismissing them for ‘conversations that are not their place’ so I did a lot of smile and nod and My Gosh and meanwhile internally screaming. Scary housemaster man in question kind of is my personal spector now, since I think maaaybe he can see in the upstairs windows? La la la changing in the bathroom lock all the windows tra la.
There are two awesome bearded collies next door, and Nola the small mutt, plus a tiny fierce/tubby terrier next door actually named something like Tubby? And a huge perpetually angry German Shepard I think named Al, who is burly and loud and lives with a lot of chickens and goats.
Downsides: TINY VILLAGE IS TINY. I found a post office (woo!), and there’s a train station about 25 minutes away by bike (in the rain…I shall become a tiny village hermit I guess because haha NO THNX), there’s a butcher and a guesthouse near the station and…nooooot much else. Oh, there’s a Kindergarten down the street, but I’ve never seen any kids (dot dot dot?).
Also, my flat has no oven, no microwave, and no freezer, which makes cookings times…even more interesting since NO SUCH THING AS CEREAL WHAT DO I DO WHO AM I
haha we had a talk about Cheerios last night and had to google them to show wtf I meant; everyone was like ‘How do you eat them? What do they taste like?’ I’M SORRY WHAT I wept for them a little. I gotta find some Cheerios somewhere just to show them the wonderment.
SO ITS EXCITING TIMES BASICALLY. WE SHALL SEE !