Deutschland. From a perspective of a third world country citizen, being in Europe was my dream since highschool. I was dreaming going there, making connections… but most importantly living like a real person. Feeling that you matter and you are important to them.
So how to do it? How was it? Was it hard to adapt? I’ll give all of the answers in this article. (Well I don’t know if you could call this an article.)
Mainly, I want to remind all of you guys that I really am not a successful student and probably I won’t be. If your english or maybe your german is good, you will be nailing it! It’s definitely a friendly reminder: If I did it, so can you!!!
Well, so let’s begin…So first rule is: be careful about what matters. In my university the grades were not that important for Erasmus+ programme. On the other hand, we were obligated to enter an English exam(with all grammar, reading, listening etc.). That was the moment I told myself “you got this.” For an example to this, I had a friend, and oh maaaaan her grades were killing. She was super successful and everyone in class was getting notes from her. She was a real nerd. Anyway, her English was not that good (also mine is not awesome but I’m surviving aren’t I?). So she didn’t fail but she did not got a high grade. Our school system is a bit weird so I was on top of the list. Even tho my grades was supppppppper bad. They were all close to the F. Hah. And here I was in Germany .
So the second rule is, DEFINITELY look up to university you’ll be going. This was my first mistake actually. I was excited and I was top of the list, which was important for us because if you really below on the list you may not be able to pick the university, city, country that you want to exchange for semestr. Anyway, from the upper classes people who went to Erasmus in Germany were giving me advices. And since they went and they knew everything I was listening them unconditionally. They told me to choose X university, cause it’s good and if I don’t choose the capacity will be full. And blah blah blah. Let’s be honest. I was 19 years old. NINETEEN. I didn’t even think about to look up the university. The only thing I know was it was in Berlin. Uh great information. This caused me to fail in exams cause the university system in that university a bit different. See in my…
