“Freut mich”

Gestern war ich auf einer Weihnachtsfeier von Devons Fakultät. Ich bin immer wieder über die Begrüßung verwundert. Wenn ich hier Amerikaner treffe, die deutsch sprechen, dann werde ich beim Händeschütteln meistens mit “Freut mich” begrüßt. Das klingt so altmodisch und formell für mich. In Deutschland kann ich mich gar nicht daran erinnern, dass man sich so grüßt. Ich kenne viele Begrüßeungsformeln wie “Ey, da biste ja!” oder meistens ein schlichtes “Hi” oder “Hallo”, aber “Freut mich”, nee. Wer bringt denen das so bei? Oder habe ich einfach den falschen Umgang gehabt und das ist eigentlich normal? Beim nächsten mal kann ich ja mit “Höchst erfreut meinerseits” antworten.

Gentle Start at UT

I finished my last course at an American university 10 years ago in May, shortly before graduating from Boston University (BU). So it’s somehow fitting that last Friday, I submitted the final project for my first class at The University of Texas at Austin (UT). While it was an intense 3 weeks, I feel like it was a gentle start to my PhD program, all things considered. Continue reading

US grad school applications in three steps

So I haven’t been blogging as regularly as I had planned. I blame grad school applications. I would like to do a PhD at the University of Texas in either German or foreign language education. The application process took about two months and cost over $200 ($160 GRE exam + $65 application fee). That was a hard pill to swallow, as the application process for my MA in Germany took about two days and cost nothing. But if things work out, it will certainly be worth the cost and effort. Continue reading

Back in the Heart of Texas

We’re going home. Well, I’m going home. Sort of. I’ve never actually lived in Austin, but it’s one of those cities where I can just show up and feel at home. Berlin feels the same way. There are familiar places, familiar faces, and I can always come and go as I choose. I’ve stayed with various people in various neighborhoods in both cities and it was like living there temporarily. Going back always feels comfy, like putting on a favorite sweatshirt. And I often manage to borrow a bike.

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