This past week in school has been what's called "Wanderwoche." Despite the name, we did no hiking. It is a week in which every class year does something special. 13 to Sicily, 12 somewhere else, 10 in Holand, 9? anyways, i'm in the 11th. we had a German based week. That means, we chose from film, theatre, poetry, and something to do with audio. I was in the poetry group, the program in German was called "Poetry-Slam und Lyrikwerkstatt." Overall, it was pretty interesting to work with poetry in another language. We got a fair amount of time to compose our own poetry, and i'll share one with you at the end of the entry. On Tuesday evening we rode to Cologne, where we went to this tiny, hole-in-the-wall bar to see Germany's most famous spoken word poet, Bas Böttcher. He was really cool, although with 40-50 people crammed into a tiny, hot room it was a little bit testing. All in all, i think it was a fun way to spend a week at school.  here's some stuff from him: 

He's really tall and is a good performer. Interesting man indeed.

I said i'd post some of what i wrote this last week, so here it is (and of course it's in German):

Es war spat am Abend, wenn ich angerufen wurde,

Ein Nachtrich für mich, entscheiden ich könnte,

Entscheiden mein, Haus zu verlassen.

Ich war vorbereitet, ja zu sagen.

Neun Wochen später, bin ich geflogen,

Von meiner Welt, ganz gezogen.

Leute, Sprache, eine neue Kultur,

Ich stand vor, einer öffenen Tör.

A quick translation:

It was late at night, when i was called.

News for me, i could decide,

decide to leave my home.

I was prepared to say yes.

Nine weeks later, i flew off,

completely pulled from my world.

People, language, a new culture,

I stand before an open door