We were able to see our finals for B2 and I passed! Barely-but it's a pass nonetheless. I would have had a much higher score but I was not able to finish the Essay or reading section :(
Anyways this weekend Kaitlins coming to visit, and staying with me. I'm way out in Litcherfelde but it is soo much cheaper then a hostel.
Also last week was break, and I didn't do much. I stayed in Berlin and wandered around. There were Football games. Hertha BSC fans + beer+ crowded SBahns= Jen staying FAAAR away. I was in Westkreuz SBahn Station and there was a mob of Polezei with riot gear.
Hertha BSC fans can get craaazy. When München came to play you had both teams fans going at in Alexanderplatz. They had Police dividing the sides, and their was a LOT of chanting-and shoving. This makes me nervous because shoving at the edge of a sbahn Station while the Police just looked on...
Not much is going on right now, soon it will be Term Paper Season. 10-12 pages each class Minimum. On Wednesday in my Human Condition class we have a survivor from the Holocaust coming. She and her Family survived by going Underground. This will be interesting, because last semester my friend heard her talk and said it was bad. The other classmates were being awfully rude and ignorant. Hopefully it will be better this semester.
On request of my friend, I thought I'd share the Babushka Story.
My friend Lizzy is Orthodox and eastern European. She wears a scarf to church and when its cold outside. In Poland we each bought a square scarf thats perfect for Babushkas.
Fastfoward to November in Berlin..
For those of you who have never been in Berlin in November\December its cold. Not just cold but COLD. The wind is the worse part, you stand outside for 5 minutes and bam instant windburn.
We both hate hats so we figured why not the scarves.
(Keep in mind this is Babushka style)
(babushka)
(Not Babushka. Headscarf for Hijab)(Keep the above in mind)
So fastfoward again to Winter break. I'm on my sbahn Station and this woman comes up to me. She asks "Sprechen Sie Türkisch?" I say nein and she asks "Sprechen Sie Arabisch?" Once again I say nein... At this point I am totally confused and she asks "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" I reply Ja ein bisschen... Thinking maybe she needs directions. Then in English she tells me she thought I was a Turkish Muslim. I can't help it. I do not look Turkish or Arabic or whatever she thought I was. She points at my scarf and I reply its just to keep my head warm. Then she digs through a folder and hands me a pamplet. Then I realize she's a Jehovas Witness and trying to convert me because she assumed I was a Muslim.
A few days later (at another SBahn Station) there was this guy sitting next to me. He asks if I speak English and I say yes, ASSUMING he wanted directions. Ha I was wrong. He pointed at my tights and asked where he could get a pair. For his friend. His female friend. Because he's a guy. Not a female. A guy. He wants to know for his female friend, whose a female. He is a guy so he has no clue where to buy tights. Because he is a male. I'm confused and tell him Primark or TKMAXX. I even give him directions. He shakes my hand and tells me his name is Noble and he is from Ghana. He follows me onto the train and asks for my Facebook\number\email to which I say I have none of those. (Lies, but I'm not that stupid.) Then he asks if I am Islamic. I tell him no just cold and he goes "Suuuuureee." I have been around plenty of Muslims here and can say I have never seen one wearing a knee length dress, tights and their hair showing.
Needless to say I was glad when he got off before me.
Tschüss! Bis Bald!
(Also apologize, German Computer capitlizes random words and changes spelling :c )
A few days later (at another SBahn Station) there was this guy sitting next to me. He asks if I speak English and I say yes, ASSUMING he wanted directions. Ha I was wrong. He pointed at my tights and asked where he could get a pair. For his friend. His female friend. Because he's a guy. Not a female. A guy. He wants to know for his female friend, whose a female. He is a guy so he has no clue where to buy tights. Because he is a male. I'm confused and tell him Primark or TKMAXX. I even give him directions. He shakes my hand and tells me his name is Noble and he is from Ghana. He follows me onto the train and asks for my Facebook\number\email to which I say I have none of those. (Lies, but I'm not that stupid.) Then he asks if I am Islamic. I tell him no just cold and he goes "Suuuuureee." I have been around plenty of Muslims here and can say I have never seen one wearing a knee length dress, tights and their hair showing.
Needless to say I was glad when he got off before me.
Tschüss! Bis Bald!
(Also apologize, German Computer capitlizes random words and changes spelling :c )
The football crowds and the armed polezei are scary but the babushka story is fascinating! It's so interesting not only that people assumed you were Muslim but also for the reasons that they wanted to talk with you. Thanks for posting the story!
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