A Happy Meal Without a Toy

Hallo, mein Leser!

The man who said that May 21st was the beginning of the end probably feels like a little kid who got a happy meal without a toy. Okay, I'm done being mean, haha.

Today was the PDO, or Pre- departure orientation. Let me tell you that it was nice. It was about four hours long. AFS returnees spoke to us about their experiences and what it might be like for us, they went over rules, what to do if you need help. They talked to us about what you shouldn't do such as talk to your parents often, be in perpetual isolation in your room or on the computer. They talked about a lot of things.

Mostly it was just really cool to see all these kids that were leaving the country just like me. There were kids going to Germany, China, Thailand, Argentina, Turkey, Switzerland, Russia, Japan, France, Spain and I'm sure I left some out. The point is, when I saw that there were people that had been through this experience and others that were going to go through it, like me, it made me feel like I was part of this huge thing. A "cult" as one of the AFS returnees had jokingly put it. It's both comforting and a little scary. It made me see that I was just a few steps away from leaving, and it made me real nervous. 


I was pretty tense to the point that I sat in the back of the car coiled like a spring for forty five minutes. I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle or something because I'm hurting all over now. Either way my nerves are nothing compared to the rush I feel now. I was envious of those going on summer programs, they get to leave sooner. But then again, they'll be there for only two months, not ten. Despite all my urge to go now, I also feel wary of leaving everything and everyone behind. asdlkfhasdflkhas;dolf. Sorry. This is kinda overwhelming. 


"Ready, set, go it's time to run!" -Bill Kaulitz (Did I mention I love this guy so much and that he just happens to be German?)