Here is a picture of the main building at Luidwig-Maximillian University as well as is church.
Sorry for not updating last week, but I really didn't do anything worth writing about on my week off before the Wintersemester got going yesterday.
Well right now I'm signed up for six classes but I'm going to drop two once I decide what I want to take. I'm signed up for four classes at the Institute, my grammar class, a course on German culture, an Art History class which is held entirely at Munich's various fabulous museums, and a German Poetry class. Tommorrow I'm going to test out my first real course at LMU, a religion course on the Devil and Demons. Thursday I will have a class at LMU on Ludwig der Bayer, a Holy Roman Emperor in the 14th century; all the texts are in the original Latin and it's been about 4 years since I've taken a Latin course, so that one's still a definate maybe. I'd really like to take classes at the University this semester but I don't know if I'm up to the task. I'm far from confident in my German skills, or lack thereof.
Today was absolutely beautiful, so my buddy Leif and I sat out in the plaza in the heart the University on Ludwigstrasse for about 45 minutes while we waited for our poetry class to begin. Great people-watching; the reality of going to a 60,000 student university really sank in today--beautiful girls everywhere. The University is beautiful and built in the classical style as is all of Ludwigstrasse. Right next to the University is the Segestor, a triumphal arch, and at the other end of the street is the Feldherrnhalle, a Bavarian war memorial that was the sight of a bloody clash between the police and members of the Nazi party during the 1923 Putsch by Hitler.
Saturday was my first time playing Rugby. Normally it is played by teams of 15 for two 40 minute halves. Im playing the equivalent of Junior vasrity, and we played in a 10-man tournament in which we played 4 fast-paced 30 minute games . Unfortunately there were only 12 of us, two of whom eventually got injured or exhausted so we had to play entirely without substitutions. Nonetheless it was a great time. Every team we played was bigger with a deeper roster than our but we still played hard. I got a couple of nice hits on some big dudes, which made me feel better about having almost no idea what I'm doing out on the field. The day after a rugby game you feel like you've been in a brawl, which makes sense because rugby is essentially a big game of team smear-the-queer. My friend Joe and I are probably the youngest guys on the team, the average player is closer to 30 with plenty above it. It's kind of an odd dynamic being on a sports team with guys who come into the locker room in shirts and ties but I like it.
Well I've got my first class of the day in about 9 hours so I'd better make my way to bed, which in my tiny room is about 2 feet from where I'm sitting right now.
Sorry for not updating last week, but I really didn't do anything worth writing about on my week off before the Wintersemester got going yesterday.
Well right now I'm signed up for six classes but I'm going to drop two once I decide what I want to take. I'm signed up for four classes at the Institute, my grammar class, a course on German culture, an Art History class which is held entirely at Munich's various fabulous museums, and a German Poetry class. Tommorrow I'm going to test out my first real course at LMU, a religion course on the Devil and Demons. Thursday I will have a class at LMU on Ludwig der Bayer, a Holy Roman Emperor in the 14th century; all the texts are in the original Latin and it's been about 4 years since I've taken a Latin course, so that one's still a definate maybe. I'd really like to take classes at the University this semester but I don't know if I'm up to the task. I'm far from confident in my German skills, or lack thereof.
Today was absolutely beautiful, so my buddy Leif and I sat out in the plaza in the heart the University on Ludwigstrasse for about 45 minutes while we waited for our poetry class to begin. Great people-watching; the reality of going to a 60,000 student university really sank in today--beautiful girls everywhere. The University is beautiful and built in the classical style as is all of Ludwigstrasse. Right next to the University is the Segestor, a triumphal arch, and at the other end of the street is the Feldherrnhalle, a Bavarian war memorial that was the sight of a bloody clash between the police and members of the Nazi party during the 1923 Putsch by Hitler.
Saturday was my first time playing Rugby. Normally it is played by teams of 15 for two 40 minute halves. Im playing the equivalent of Junior vasrity, and we played in a 10-man tournament in which we played 4 fast-paced 30 minute games . Unfortunately there were only 12 of us, two of whom eventually got injured or exhausted so we had to play entirely without substitutions. Nonetheless it was a great time. Every team we played was bigger with a deeper roster than our but we still played hard. I got a couple of nice hits on some big dudes, which made me feel better about having almost no idea what I'm doing out on the field. The day after a rugby game you feel like you've been in a brawl, which makes sense because rugby is essentially a big game of team smear-the-queer. My friend Joe and I are probably the youngest guys on the team, the average player is closer to 30 with plenty above it. It's kind of an odd dynamic being on a sports team with guys who come into the locker room in shirts and ties but I like it.
Well I've got my first class of the day in about 9 hours so I'd better make my way to bed, which in my tiny room is about 2 feet from where I'm sitting right now.
