Mein Heimatort :)

I'm taking German 1 thise semester and we've learned a surprisingly large amount of Deutsch in the last four months. This is my last writing assignment. Fix my grammar. Kannst du?



Mein Heimatort heißt Bangalore. Er liegt in mittel Süden Indien auf dem Deccan Plateau. Er ist Hauptstadt des Bundesstaates Karnataka und er ist 500 Jahre alt. Er ist riesengroß und 6,200,000 Leuten wohnen hier. Kempe Gowda war sein Architekt. Bangalore ist fünftgrößte Stadt Indiens und er ist auch die Information-Technologie Zentrum. Bangalore hat viele neue und historische Gebäude. Bangalore heißt 'Grün Stadt', weil er viel Baume haben. Das Klima ist sehr schon und es gibt nicht schneit im Winter. Im Sommer er ist ziemlich warm aber nicht heiß.
Bangalore hat viele Schulen, Universitäten und viele Forschungsinstitute. Er hat zwei Flughäfen und vier Bahnhöfe. Es gibt drei Sehenswürdigkeiten, der Vidhana Soudha, das Bangalore Schloss und Lal Bagh.
Kanadisch ist die Hauptsprache aber fast alle Leute können Englisch sprechen. Bangalore ist sehr Kosmopolitisch und Modern. Es gibt viele Kinos, Museen, Theaters und Restaurants. Mann kann in die Kneipen oder Cafés gehen wenn mann Erholung vom Stress möchte.
Arbeitslosigkeit ist kein Problem, weil er viele Fabriken, Gross Firmen und Büros haben.
Das Land um die Stadt ist sehr Fruchtbar und es gibt viele Betriebe. Darum die Gemüse und Obst sind nicht teuer.
Die Straßen sind gut aber Bangalore hat kein U Bahn. Die Leuten leben zusammengedrängt. Viele Menschen haben Autos und fast niemand fährt Rad durch die Stadt.
Ich habe in Bangalore mit meine Familie gewohnt seit 12 Jahre und habe ich dort aufgewachsen . Ich fliege nach Bangalore im Dezember für Winter Urlaub. Ich hoffe, dass ich mein Heimatort oft besuche kann. Ich liebe mein Heimatort.

Everyone needs two things in order to survive .; an end of the road and a last refuge. The language I use may sound dramatic but then these things are too. They are, or so I’d like to believe, what drive most people (or people like me at the very least). I’m still making perfect sense, read and perhaps you too will find my twisted logic convincing. An end of the road is the ultimate goal. It is the dream that is bigger than all the little dreams. It’s what you’ve always wanted and it is that one thing, the accomplishment of which will give you the right to hold your head up high, be proud and maybe even a little smug (very smug actually). You’re allowed to do all of these things of course because you’ve put everything into the accomplishment of this one goal. You might have spent sleepless nights or rationed all your time towards this one end and when that end is well met, you are complete, but just for a little while because soon you will have to find a new goal, more unachievable than the last, that will drive you crazy and onwards until it too is mowed down by your ambitious self. One may have just one end of the road, a completely worthwhile and utterly unachievable object of desire that might never be possessed in a lifetime. Still others may find that they’ve accomplished their unachievable target. Of course this is entirely subjective. What may be unachievable to some (*cough* some 2.005 psets * cough*) may be ridiculously facile to others (can’t find a pset equivalent :P ) Some may find that this goal changes and evolves with time and while others may see it as a fixed and invariable end , almost comforting in its unwinnable stolidity. And it is entirely irrelevant whether you have one constant fixed goal or a shitload one after another, as long as you have one at any given point of time. Because when you wake up in the morning , more tired than you were when you went to sleep, you want to wake up and see past your mundane immediate existence to a greater , better one beyond because this dreams drives you. It keeps you from hitting snooze on the alarm five times instead of none at all (if you’re lucky and not insanely sleep deprived as is almost always the case with yours truly). It keeps you from sacrificing your competence at the altar of mediocrity. Enough on that one.
The other thing now. This Last Refuge sound more absurd than the End of the Road but it’s ridiculously important too. It could be an object, a person, several persons, a set of beliefs or if you’re terribly self contained, yourself. These are the people, things or beliefs that hold you together. They define who you are and they know the entire story of your life. They allow you to be yourself, all pretences barred, when you are around them. And more likely than not (and I did concede that they could be beliefs or objects but I’ll go with this instead) they are people. They are family and then some more. They are people who save your life on a regular basis and keep you from self destructing in very original ways.

Put those two together and you have everything that defines you. Almost.

For the longest time, my end of the road was MIT. This began in the sixth grade. My inspiration? Probably my Physics teacher, an MIT alum himself. Six years went into that dream and now I am where I wanted to be from the moment I’d grown a real brain and found my identity. I’m living the dream. I’m living the End of the Road and now I must find a new chimera to chase after.

Quatsch

I thought about starting a new blog and blogging there for a while. I didn't want people to be reading what I was writing and yes, the obvious answer to that would be to write and save text files but just seemed wrong to me. I think leaving all those comments on the MIT admissions site has made this blog relatively easy to find. I'm not saying its a bad thing. I was only thinking that maybe it'd be nice to keep my *ahem* stream of consciousness to myself for a while and see if I sound any different than I did last year.

I have a one and a half bananas sitting next to me. Its 4:37 am on a Saturday morning and no, I haven't gone to bed since Thursday night. Yes, its been a while since stecken has been the appropriate verb to describe my lonely bed, quilt and I and quatsch is certainly the best adjective that describes what I'm writing right now.

I was craving a Peach iced tea but couldn't find 5 quarter dollars (the dryers ate them). I found three. So I settled for two bananas. I can't keep my eyes open but I don't want to sleep either. I want to read (for pleasure), watch random TV shows, work on my 22.01 paper, admire coin collections, call people, take a long long shower and eat breakfast but going by how hard it is right now to keep my eyes open, I think it might be bedtime.

Watch Inglorious Basterds.
Half the movie was in German. Who knew German 1 could be this useful :)
Deutsch macht spass!

Well well well
I thought I'd killed this blog but as it turns out, blogging is an excellent source of entertainment/procrastination when you really should be studying for a 14.02 test. Clearly, I must be mad. Then again, I've had three other tests in the last 20 odd hours and I have thermodynamics, heat transfer, fluid mechanics and vibrating things coming out of my ears and there is very little room in there for money and such like.

I still blog. I do. Just not here. The photoblog exists and is often (or well sometimes) frequently updated. The last you heard from me was when I was a crzy high on sugar freshman. Now I'm a crazy high on sugar sophomore who blogs less often and has just as much of a disregard for grammar when she does (blog. rarely. that is).

But I think I shall return. To the world of blogging that is. While writing emails is certainly productive in some sense, its annoying to have to turn to gmail to see how your life has played out in the last year or so. So I shall blog. maybe. Perhaps. Speaking of grammar, I'm taking German this semester ( Deutsch macht spass!) which is why I fully plan on rebelling occasionally and capitalizing all my nouns and losing all the commas. But I've said all of this before and this reeks of that other blog entry that I wrote nearly two years ago when I started this rantlet.

In any case, if my ability and willingness to correctly insert commas and full stops measures my worth as a person then clearly I'm an airhead in grammarland.

Cambridge. Its finally started to feel like winter is here. It did snow a couple of weeks ago but all of it melted away but now the leaves are leaving us and the temperature is starting to oscillate about zero.

I will note (again) at this point that the only reason I'm spewing all of this is because I really should be studying for my test which is in an hour. My conscience pricks me. I shall leave, but momentarily.

ugh

It's sad that I end up writing when I'm deeply disgruntled and/or idle.
It never produces pleasant results. Ever.
Well anyway, I don't really know why I'm miffed. I've had a brilliant three weeks here in Germany and I have four more to go before I go home.

go see pictures
They are happier
Also I need to make a list of all the cities I've been to.
Well yes
About all for now
Terribly disappointing , ja?

I feel so terribly guilty about killing the blog.

Well anyway, I'm in Germany, in the beautiful little village of Arheilgen just outside Darmstadt.

The weather here is crazy and it rains and gets sunny again in seconds. It's actually quite entertaining.  

I taught a class of German 12th graders yesterday.Advanced Physics. Diffraction gratings and all that jazz. Can't say that's my favorite kind of Physics but its alright. Looks like I might get to teach some nuclear Physics next week at Salem College and that really is more exciting stuff. 

I've been around a bit. Frankfurt, Frankesh Crombach (I hope I'm spelling it right) and all over Darmstadt. Leave for Salem this weekend.

It's been a good one week and I have six more to go before I'm home again (it will have been a whole entire year by the time I go back).

I expect to see some changes but hopefully I won't be disillusioned with things and people won't be disillusioned with me.

No, I sound too cynical. I really am looking forward to going home.

More than words can say.

Read The Reluctant Fundamentalist.

Brilliant book.

All for now.

I might be off to Frankfurt again.

I miss MIT just a little bit but  I don't miss the sleep deprivation at all.

There's a cherry tree outside my window.

I have an 8.022 final tomorrow.

I should have been asleep an hour or two ago but I just can't sleep.

I want to sleep and I'm tired but I can't.

This is terrible.

Now I'm going to fail the one final that really matters.

:(

Three more days to three months of freeeedom