As of yesterday I have been visiting Landstuhl, my childhood home, where my childhood Deutsch Lehrerin, Frau Peaceman, now lives in my childhood home. Needless to say, it is unsettling reminiscent of my childhood. My house looks exaclty the same, just curiously about half the size of what it was 12 years ago when I lived there. My bedroom still has the same blue flowered wall paper on the walls, and the stairs that Bennett and I used to climb are now within a reachable distance with both feet on the floor. It's weird. Today we drove by the corner where I was run over by a car for the first time, oh sweet memories (sorry to bring up the trauma again Mom). I also had the unique experince of participating in water aerobics geared towards geriatrics. It was somewhat embarassing, but also a surprisingly good workout. The older German gentlemen seemed to enjoy my bikiniclad-self being there just a little bit too much though. And for a change of pace, now I have spent all day today around people much younger than me as opposed to much older. I have been helping Frau Peaceman teach her middle school German classes, and it has been great for my self esteem. There's nothing like hearing a bunch of American 12 year olds try to speak German; it makes one feel pretty boss-like. Also the 7th grade boys getting nervous around the "college girl" is pretty entertaining. Tonight I will be playing in Frau Peaceman's orchestra with her, and I cannot wait. Childhood dream achieved.
For the sake of my parents I will post pictures of the old digs shortly, despite the fact that they have shrunk so drastically.
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