I really thought that after I finished taking my final fundamentals class (we have to take biological anthro, human cultures, archaeology, and linguistics before we can choose a concentration), I would definitely know which subfield I would want to study. I especially thought that I’d find linguistics boring and archaeology quite useless. Instead, I had a blast in archaeology and I’m finding linguistics to be extremely interesting.
Smile tho’ your heart is aching, Smile even though it’s breaking, When there are clouds in the sky- You’ll get by, If you smile through your fear and sorrow, Smile and maybe tomorrow You’ll see the sun come shining through- For you. Light up your face with gladness, Hide ev’ry trace of sadness, Altho’ a tear may be ever so near, That’s the time you must keep on trying, Smile- What’s the use of crying, You’ll find that life is still worthwhile, If you just smile.
Whenever I run into a person with a German accent,
I always ask them, “Oh, do you speak German?” (even though I pretty much already know, because I am obsessed with accents).
And a good chunk of the time, they go, “Yes! Sprechen Sie Deutsch?”
And then, without fail, almost every single time, I say, “Deutsch ist eine wunderbare Sprache… Allerdings ist mein Detusch schrecklich. Ich habe einen schrecklichen Akzent, und ich erinnere mich nicht Grammatikregeln!” (German is a wonderful language, however my German is terrible. I have a terrible accent, and I forget my grammatical rules.)
Then, the German person almost always proceeds to chuckle, and then jump into a bout of intricate, fast-paced German that I can barely follow. And then I BS my way through a very short but very German conversation that ends with me thanking them and spitting out some colloquial platitude and sheepishly shuffling away.
I only bring this up, because today I met this beautiful German man, Johannes, who might be moving into my suite. And this happened. Again.