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Samstag 17:30

Tim and I are on our way to the Abiball. I think we are slightly late, but Tim told me that the first of it is a church ceremony. Nikolas, Tim’s cousing is driving us to Bad Saarow, where the venue is. He’s driving really fast for this tiny little road we’re on, but like every teenager, especially boys, he’s “got it under control”. It dawns on Tim and I that we have to walk the last bit towards the venue, called Am See theater, or something like that. I don’t really know, because as far as I have been concerned I haven’t known what’s been going on for the last couple of days. As we walk down the promenade, there seems to be a bunch of cars parked around a big square building, one side of which is just windows. TIm decides this must be the building, because of all of the waiters surrounding a champagne glass, covered table in front. I agree, and as we walk down the small paved path towards what looks to be the side entrance, we cross infront of the large glass wall, which turns out to be the auditorium where the whole graduation ceremony is taking place. Many of these people haven’t seen Tim in nearly two years, and they are expecting us to show up at the Abiball. We realize too late that everyone can see us, and about 300 paris of eyes are immediately pointed our direction, I mention to Tim ” O shit, we shouldn’t walk this way” and continue “just walk backwards”. Our walking backwards probably won’t make us any less conspicuous, but it kinda looks cool. Just then a couple people come running out of the side door, (they’ve obviously just seen Tim and I through this window of a wall) Yelling at Tim in German, “Fuoisd oiwfoif efoiwefw efoudsoijd ejkeo uif foiwefd f” then the second one yells ” Ja, iudhgi gno uuiffopg osdfien oddmeeiooweekjo iof”. Apparently this is some form of invitational, because Tim is deciding to go inside, and I should probably follow.
TIm and I are really underdressed; as I look around it seems as if everyone is either wearing full length dresses or tuxedos, but not a lot of guys are wearing plain button up shirts, and slacks. We probably could have made some dresses out of some bedsheets, but I’m beginning to think only the guys are wearing tux’s and the girls dresses. Strange country this is. We are immediately barraged by people coming to greet Tim, despite some students obviously performing some sort of ritual at the front of the stage. I think they’re singing some strange magical song. I’m being introduced to waay to many people for me to remember anyone’s names, and unfortunately they’re all guys, as it seems that the ritual being performed on stage is for the girls. They’re singing “No Air” in German. I wonder if they realize the actual song was written in english? O, they’re singing in english now. People are shaking my hand and all I’m doing is saying “Galen” many of them probably thinking this is some form of greeting, as they seem to be responding with “Galen” and not introducing themselves. Unless of course they’re a lot of Galen’s here, that’d be cool, albeit very confusing. All this while I’ve pretty much been staring at the stage, because that’s where the prettiest girls seem to be located. All of sudden everyone stands up and starts heading to our little group of guys in the back, Tim pulls me off to the side and everyone passes. giving us very bizarre looks. Probably because of our dress, but also because, somehow, every young person that walks by us either wants to shake our hands or hug us. Maybe we’re some sort of deities, or has Tim been brainwashing his friends via email and Facebook? if so, that’d be one good psychological study. Soon we’re outside talking with people. I don’t really know what’s going on, but soon I’m talking with people about our trip, and Tim is nowhere to be seen. A girl named Sina is asking me about lot’s of stuff, especially America, as she is going there next week. She has a jewel glued to her front tooth or something. It’s very bizarre, but I think it’s kinda cool. Then Tim appears and introduces me to his english professor, who, surprisingly, is very good at English. But I kid, sometimes language teachers aren;t very good at the actual language they teach, as I have experienced with my French teacher. Soon I’m hustled back inside to go eat. I’m not very hungry, because tim and I just ate at his aunt and uncles house. Dinner is drawn out for quite some time, and I consume it with staring around at everyone. Soon dancing has started, and people are waltzing. I have no idea how to waltz. Tim and I hide outside in order to not be asked to dance by the many girls that have been staring and giggling at us. Real Euro music has just started, and thus so has the real party.

Ciao
GCP