Another day in school
Thursday, February 11th, 2010
Tomorrow morning we are taking a plane for a weekend trip to London. We are not only there to have some time away from everything, but also to meet my best friend Petra who moved to London three years ago. By now Petra is in love with a scottish boy and they live together in London. Cute as they are, they offered us their spare room for the weekend.
We met her boyfriend Robert for the first time in August 2009. Petra brought him along for the wedding and they stayed with us over the weekend. Even if I sometimes find it hard to understand his thick accent, I love to hear Robert speak! I am so into the british accent, especially the one spoken in the North of England, where Robert grew up. But even if I kind of love this guy and really like talking to him, my shyness takes over as always. I have tried so hard to talk english to Petra last time, but I always found myself switching back to german after a few minutes.
I absolutely adore Petra’s english, which by now sounds perfect and could be mistaken for a british person’s talk. I am very curious, if I will ever be able to talk english as fluent and self-confident the way Petra does. I will definitely try to get my act together, forget my doubts and just talk english this weekend. I know that I need all practice I can get – and who would be a better person to practice with than my best friend and her british boyfriend?
Perhaps one day we will visit those guys and be mistaken for American folks in London. But till than I am happy to be recognized as a German with good english skills.
Yesterday my girlfriends and me took a little trip to the future. We wondered what our lifes will be like in a few years, what jobs we will have, how much money we will earn and how it will feel like when I’ll come over to visit for the holidays. One of the girls begged me not to become that kind of person who seems to forget their native language within days of living in a new country. She told me about a boy she went to school with, who went to America for an student exchange month and when he came back always said things like: “Ah, I don’t remember what the german word for this was.”
