I was scared to death, yay for EFY music

Published on August 5, 2004 By Michemily In Travel

Our group decided to combine the stories we read to act out for the closing party. It's going to be so funny. Brad still hasn't given me the music with which I'm supposed to accompany him, and I haven't gotten my music from Mom yet. Yikes and a half since I'll only have Tuesday to practice now. That really is BAD. So I woke up early this morning. I had a horribly sad dream. In it, we were at the cabin, and Amy was getting married there. I was a poker dealer (probably because Ray plays cards during every class break), and I had to go into the other room to deal a game with Mike. I missed the wedding by like five minutes. No one came and got me! I was just in the other room and she got married! Just typing this makes me cry. Whew. Get over it. It's a dream. Not like you're really going to miss your sister's wedding . . . oh wait. Anyway, to make matters worse, the cabin sunk into a lake. So, pretty much, my mind was just reminding me of the things I would really like that I don't get to have.

So, on to other matters. We went to the Freilichtmuseum and Matt took pictures of EVERYTHING, just like I did the first time I went. We saw a building that I didn't see the first time that was really cool. I can't believe that it was so fancy when it was from the 1600s. The people who owned it must have been rich. There was a part of the woods that looked like the sacred grove, so I whistled "Joseph Smith's first prayer". Then I went home and my hostmom was leaving for a party. She has a really BAD cold. My understanding of her is even worse now because of it. She said I could make bacon with eggs and potatoes! Sweet! I ate it and I thought of Dad's Saturday morning goulash. When I opened the fridge, I realized that she hadn't covered the cookie dough from Monday! What? So I gave my muscles a work-out and mixed in some milk to soften it, and then cooked the goopy blobs. They turned out fine.

My essay needed to be about a place I would like to visit next time I came to Germany so that we could use the subjunctive form. However, I knew nothing about any city. I needed Matt's book. I finally jumped on the bike and went through the countryside road to the Rammsee bus stop. But it didn't come back late at night. So I rode up the road and down to the Freilichtmuseum but discovered that one didn't leave for 45 minutes and that would be too late. So I rode back to the other one and barely made it and locked it to a pole. (So that means I'd have to walk down from the Freilichtmuseum bus stop to get my bike at the Rammsee bus stop on a different line.) I finally got to Matt's and saw that his light was out, but his window was open. So, I whistled the "Oh, how lovely was the morning" part of Joseph Smith's first prayer, and went inside. Sure enough, he had heard me and was waiting for me at the door. I felt so clever for doing that. Haha. He knew it was me. Anyway, I got the book and decided to write about Munich (or München). We went back to the bus stop and the bus had already pulled up. Matt ran and held up a finger (the nice one) for the bus driver, and I got on. Then I barely made it back for the last bus to Catharinenberg (the stop at Molfsee). On the bus, I was looking through my cds and saw my EFY CD. I passed it and then thought, I should listen to that. So I did. The stop came up so suddenly that I didn't have time to put it away, so I was still listening to it as I walked to the other bus stop in a neighborhood (Rammsee).

SCARY PART: I had to ride the bike through the country road that has plants all around it in pitch black darkness! Yikes! I was so scared that before I even got to the road, I passed a reflector that reflected my image and it scared me so badly I jerked the bike over. Anyway, I got to the road, and as soon as I was about ten feet in, it was so dark I couldn't see the road. I could kind of sense where the plants were, so I just tried to stay in the middle. EFY music was playing in my ears, so that was a bit calming. When I got to the part of the road where the trees go overhead as well, it was so dark I couldn't even sense the plants. I had so much adrenaline from my fear that I just kept going and didn't get tired. Finally I saw a light up ahead and got to it - it was the first house. Wow, I was so freaked out, I got back and nearly died, this time from relief. So that is my story and my sacrifice for my essay.

Comments

Tanya

on Aug 09, 2004

That was a hilarious entry, I'm always getting scared of my reflection. Although, I don't know how soothing the sounds of EFY are; too bad it wasn't the tab choir. Reads like you're having a rockin' time in Germs; can't wait to see you back in the old country. I don't know how these postings work, but I just hope it doesn't show for other people to read, hehe.

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