Yesterday, Friday  the 10th of December 2010, was, in fact, a waiting day. It was a day filled with waiting for trains, buses, gifts, everything. To begin with, yesterday my class and I went to the Friedrich Schiller Museum in Marbach  by train. We left the school at 8:05 and went to the Fellbach Bahnhof where the waiting began. Once we boarded our first train at about 8:15 or so we waited on the train to take us to another connect train station. Once there, we waited for and then missed our train to Marbach at which point our teacher took us over to the train station guy in charge of tickets who was very nice and let us use our old ticket (so we wouldn't have to buy a new one) to go to marbach on the bus. We road the bus to a connecting bus, and eventually made it to Marbach where we then spent 5 to 10 minutes walking to the museum. Strangely, this was the only fuun part of the class trip, because the night before it had snowed about 3 inches and had the perfect consistency for snowball making. So, to the tune of our German teacher protesting our large battle, we gather snow as we walked from empty benches, car tops, the ground, the stone fence-wall things, and the mail boxes and ensured that all of us were thoroughly damp with cross fire before we entered the luxurious large hall of the musuem with it's high ceilings, greek depictions and fancy mosaic floors. We entered into a tiny room, deposited coats and bags and began waiting for the tour to end.
Don't get me wrong, Friedrich Schiller was a cool homedog and stuff, however, when you enter room large rooms with nothing but barely ledgible scraps of paper in glass cases in German, while a woman just talks about schiller and his life, the most interesting parts are hard to pay attention for. The only time I truly participated was when the tour guide asked when Schiller's birthday was. Novemeber 10th (though I didn't know the year) and then she promptly asked me his astrology sign, probably as a joke, but I knew it and told her, of course, scorpio.
Once we were finished with the tour, the snow ball fight reccomenced in the quartyard and lasted until the train station where there were too many other innocent bystanders that could possibly be injured if we continued. We got on the train and waited on the train to arrive in Fellbach, waited for the bus, waited in the bus, and then finally I got home.
The second half of the day was slightly more inventful, as I had to leave at 2:50 for an interview. I was interviewed for the Fellbacher Zeitung, about my exchange and soccer. Many of the questions were about how I liked Germany, what was different about Germany from the USA, what do I miss about the US, and what will I miss when I get back the USA. Then also: When and why did I start playing soccer, why am I a goalie, what is my favorite part about it, which team I play for in the US (YEAH KUTZTOWN), and so forth. It was great because the reporter spoke both English and German. He was very nice and my friend Anni came with as a representative of the regular team. it was great fun, even though it was really fudging cold because we didn't really notice after our cute little heart-warming stories. I do not know when I ´t will be coming out but it shall be before the end of the year (don't worry I'll keep y'all posted).
AFTER THAT we then had the Rommelshausen Fußball Weihnachtsfeuer, which was really just a big fun celebration. We walked out into the vineyards and some people set off fire works. It was a decent walk and we talked the whole way and back. We ate some wurstchen(sausages) and buns and warm cider and sang and got a ball for a gift.
It was cute and the night was made all the better with the fresh snow that had begun as we walked from the building home (even if it was far too cold).