Magi is a German exchange student and lives in Bradford, Ohio. We asked her to start writing an US Diary. It came to us as a little surprise: She really does.
H
ey,
it's me. Don't you remember me? It's me, Magdalena, better known as Magi. That's my very own American name. Because I am in America! I’m here since July and if you didn't even notice that I'm gone - shame on you! Anyway I thought you’d be interested in the life I have here in Ohio and it would be nice, if you could read my diary. Therefore, I am going to entertain you now for the rest of my stay.
I guess I should start talking about my life here. Well, to cut a long story short: it's different. No, just kidding; however, it's even more different then I thought it would be. When I first came here I was actually shocked. Not just because my aircraft was like 20 degrees* below and outside it seemed like 100 degrees (it was actually 89, but it still hit me right in the face).
No, but it was so so ... American! Everything was in English and Spanish, neither of both could I speak too well. Fat people were everywhere. No, it wasn't just prejudice or rumor, it was absolutely true. And everybody started talking to me. Not just the heavy guys, everybody around me. "How are you?" "Where are you from?" "Why and how?" "How was the flight?" And I, being a little blond German girl, I just tried to find a corner to cry. Let me tell you - I didn't find one. Then a man, who also waited for his new exchange student looked at me and smiled wisely.
Magi is 17 years old and lives in Bradford, Ohio, this year. As you can see she's not ashamed of her origin.
„You’re so typical. Your hair is blond and your eyes are blue. Every German is blond, aren’t they?", he asked. I just stared at him. Well, what are you supposed to answer? How about “Sure, because the sun is so weak we're not getting any darker over the years?” or “Not at all - I dyed my hair blond since only a few of my friends are actually blond and I wanted to be different.”? Among other answers I thought about the following ones “Blond looks like sunshine and doesn't everybody loves sunshine?” and “I have actually blondish brown hair. It wasn't very pretty. And by the way, where do your forefathers come from? Don't I see something German in you, your eyes are blue and I guess your hair was blond too, once upon a time?” I actually didn't say anything and just shrugged my shoulders. I don't have to explain everything, do I? Unfortunately, my host sister's hair was blond, too. And guess what eye color she has? She came from Sweden and was as frightened as I was. We exchanged a few words and immediately she surprised me with her great English. Sh**!
During the following weeks, I noticed very clearly how bad my English really was. It wasn't even funny anymore. Luckily my school didn't start before the following month; therefore, I had time to get used to the extreme heat and the unfamiliar neighborhood. Well, one thing you have to know is that Bradford isn't very big. Our neighbor town doesn't even know that we exist. We have groceries, a dairy queen, two pizza places, two hair dressers, a school, a football field, 2000 inhabitants (and not one more), a water tank and a basketball court. Sounds like a lot. Do you know, why it is so much less then, let's say, Eibau in Germany's Upper Lusatia?
New sunglasses.
Because when Eibau starts to suck and you feel like going nuts you can go to the next bus station, get in the bus and go where ever you wanna go. Well, Bradford DOESN'T have buses! No word of taxis or trains! No public transportation at all. The next town is ten miles away and you don't even have a bike. You're stuck. But you're grown up with the opportunity to go everywhere you want to go and doing that all on your own. I won’t be able to do that for seven months. If I want to go to Wal-Mart, I need to get a ride. If I want to go to the movies, I need somebody to take me there. If I want any kind of fun, I need a person's attention to get me there. Bradford sucks. But my school is the coolest ever! But that's something I'm gonna write about the next time. Till then:
C ya lata, The blond Whuffle
New food.
* Fahrenheit (Converting to centigrade is quite easy: Centigrade Temperature = (TF − 32) / 1.8 ... haha ...)
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