Exchange year is not an easy thing,
but through those different experiences,
you learn how to stand on your feet.
Every year, around summer time, I am remined of how excited I was to be able to leave to another country, another culture and another family. "This is a movie about exchange students in Denmark, from all over the world they are telling their experiences about their lives as an exchange student." Watching this video, reminds my of my experience(s) in Austria, Argentina and France, reminds me of how crazy those times were and reminds me of how much I have learned from it. Still every day I remind myself that I should thank my parents and family to have given me the chance(s) do to basically whatever I have wanted to do. I am not living in the past, but I do realize that all the things that happened to me made me the person I am today.
Life as an exchange student from Wilma Rönkä on Vimeo.
And while you're at it, read (and share) the following text as well.
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 learning to trust. Trust people,
who, at first, are only names on a piece of paper, trust that they want the
best for you, that they care. Trust, that you have the strength to endure a
year on your own, endure a year of being apart from everything that mattered to
you before. Trust that you will have friends. Trust that everything’s going to
be alright. And it is seeing this trust being justified.
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 hearing your little host brother
asking where his big brother is. 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 getting 5 new families. One of
them being a huge group of the most awesome teenagers in 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. [source: unknown ]
As said before, I am not living in the past, it is the past that formed me to what I am today and therefore sometimes I need to stop, take a break, and review where I have been coming from to be able to see where I need to go to. More info about intercultural exchange AFS Vlaanderen & Erasmus programme.
Experiences are the key to success.
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