Warum?

Hier sind 2 Texte mit Gründen, warum ich mich für ein Auslandsjahr entschieden habe. Den ersten habe ich selbst geschrieben und den zweiten hab ich von der Facebook-Seite ''Exchangestudent'' entnommen, weil ich ihn einfach wundervoll geschrieben finde! :-)

warum ich ein Auslandsjahr mache?

weil ich etwas erleben will. etwas von der Welt sehen möchte. weil ich das leben auf der anderen Seite der Welt kennen lernen will. die Gelassenheit der Latinos kennen lernen will. weil ich sagen möchte: ich habe ein zuhause auf der anderen Seite der Welt. weil ich spanisch sprechen will. weil ich hier nicht einfach vergammeln will. ich suche das Abenteuer. ich möchte nicht aufstehen 'eben weil halt'. ich möchte aufstehen, weil ich mich auf den tag freue. motiviert bin. mich freue, jeden tag etwas neues zu lernen. etwas neues zu entdecken. ich will nach Uruguay, weil ich frei seien will, weil es ein so wunderschönes, kleines, unversehrtes, unterschätztes land ist. ich will ein Austauschschüler seien, weil ich Leute kennen lernen will, die den gleichen Traum haben wie ich. die so denken wie ich. weil ich nicht ein Mädchen wie jedes andere seien will. weil ich lernen will, wie es ist, zu leben. nicht wie es ist, zu existieren. weil ich kein langweiliges, immer gleich bleibendes, graues leben leben will. ich will ein aufregendes, abenteuerliches leben. eins, auf das ich stolz sein kann. eins, worüber ich was spannendes erzählen kann. weil die zeit rennt. weil meine zeit, wie die jedes menschen, begrenzt ist. weil ich nicht viel zeit habe. weil ich diese zeit nutzen möchte. ich glaube einfach, ein Auslandsjahr ist etwas so besonderes, es beeinflusst dich so sehr. es zeigt dir, wie es ist zu leben. du machst so viele neue Erfahrungen. Erfahrungen, die dir keiner mehr nehmen kann, die immer ein teil von dir seien werden. man kann mit einem Auslandsjahr einfach nichts falsch machen. man kann bloß so viel richtig machen. so viel neues erfahren. man kennt plötzlich so viele neue Leute, man findet so viele neue freunde. man lernt so viel. 10000 mal mehr, als wenn man weiter zuhause rumgammelt. versprochen. du lernst, deine zeit nicht zu verschwenden, sie nicht einfach vorbeiziehen zu lassen. einfach, weil du nur dieses eine Jahr hast. ein Jahr, das du nie mehr vergessen wirst. weil es einfach nur so wunderbar fantastisch war. ♥

Exchange is...

Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you’ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold, freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It’s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It’s meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world.
It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.
Exchange is falling in love with this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible.
Exchange is everything.

And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it! ♥

Kommentare:

  1. ein echt schöner text!♥

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  2. schöner text :)
    Ich habe eine frage, weil ich selbst einen austausch mache möchte: wenn du ein jahr da bist wiederholtst du das schuljahr oder überspringst du?

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