My Presidency German Club example essay topic

My German Experience Upon entering South High School, there were many things that I could have done in the form of Electives. What I chose was something that has opened doors for me, cultured me, taught me leadership, and even taught me a foreign language. I am talking about my German class. My teacher was amazing, my classmates stayed in the class all four years, and I learned so much about many things. I joined German club, went to Europe, got a Swiss foreign exchange student, and became relatively proficient in German because of it. When I joined German 1 I had no idea it would change me even close to as much as it did.

The first day was terrifying. I was in a new school with new faces all around me and being told by a Transylvanian woman with maroon hair how much work we would be doing over the course of the year. After the first week, Mrs. Colceriu became my favorite teacher and forever will be. She was short and more or less portly. She wore the most insane clothing and jewelry I have ever seen, but she was very nice, yet very firm on what she wanted and had an odd and hard to understand dialect. My fellow classmates weren't of the norm either.

Most dressed in a gothic theme and some in a skate-park theme. They were very odd, but also very accepting of a chubby, pimple-faced kid sitting in the corner. Pounds 2 After the first year, I joined German Club and met the more advanced students. Later that year I became the President of German Club.

This forced me to develop my leadership and people skills. Not only did I have to keep twenty-seven extremely finicky German students happy, but I also had to organize events in the community. I worked very hard every day at lunch to set up events at nursing homes, elementary schools, middle schools, and also our own school. There were many days in which I got no lunch because the other club presidents and I sat and conversed about the assembly during sixth hour of the next Friday. It was tremendously demanding of me and the other presidents.

At lunch on Fridays German club would meet and the underlings of the club would toss out nonsensical ideas and I had to write them all down no matter how worthless just to make them all happy. All in all, the club was demanding and also very rewarding. Nearing the middle of my junior year Mrs. Colceriu approached me (being president) about taking a group of the most dedicated German students to Europe. Personally I thought this would be an amazing experience for me and all others who wanted to go. We were to go to not only Germany, but six other countries. We would start out in Great Britain and then work our way through France, Italy, Switzerland, Austria, Germany, Belgium, and then leave out of Holland.

It was sure to be the best experience of our lives. I went through all of the people and made sure all of the parents would attend an informational meeting with their son or daughter. After I had confirmation from all of those actually interested in going I started making sure paid their payments on time or Pounds 3 made arrangements to get the money to EF Tours. When all of this was done, it was time to make meeting and pick-up arrangements for before and after the trip. I made sure everyone knew exactly what to bring and what not to bring. I shouldn't actually say I did all of this because Mrs. Colceriu helped set up everything I have mentioned so far.

Next came the actual trip. We all met at the local Hastings parking lot and said goodbye to our families for twenty-six days. Driving us to the airport were two parents of two students on the trip. Forty-five minutes later we got on a plane aiming at Great Britain. The flight was fun and exciting for the first hour and a half, but after that it trudged on like the days before Christmas break. Only a few of us could actually sleep on the flight there, the others watched the in-flight movies and ate the late-night snacks and read books or magazines.

Finally after more hours than I care to remember, we landed in England. We got off the plane and went through customs like zombies. Once we had gone through the rigorous searches we then met our guide Harold and the rest of our group. Harold was a tall German man. He was slick, suave, and all other characteristics of a car salesman. As for the rest of our group, they were all from St. George, Utah.

Twenty-three of them were very good-looking younger women around twenty years of age, the rest of the thirty-one of them were parents and older people mostly over forty-five. The whole group was a total of forty-two of us. We traveled throughout Europe learning during the day and at night we enjoyed the local "scene". I learned more in one month about cultures, people, history, and also a ton about myself. It was honestly the best twenty-six days of my entire life. After enjoying the company of Pounds 4 thirty-one very strict Mormons for twenty-six days we all went back to our drab lives in the United States of America.

After getting back from Europe I enjoyed one more year at Pueblo South High School in the German class and in the club. It was a relatively hard year for me and I got very lazy, but stayed focused on the tasks I needed to do to make way for the next President of German Club. By the time I stepped down from my Presidency German Club was the second richest club at our school (a huge feet when you have over thirty clubs). All of these wonderful and character building things could never have happened if I hadn't decided, "Hey, German looks like it might be fun to speak!".