Ok where to begin? We had a week bobbing off of southern Turkey with the Wehlies and some huge turtles. All is well. We couldn't get the sleek, sexy boat we usually charter, but instead got this rather nice family wagon with Turkish crew. It included a mad chef who sent up Turkish wonders every day, all day. We are now back in Munich so F can see the famed Ludwig Maximilian University. For some reason I am delighted to be off the water and back in good old Munich. It's been too long.
The passport control at the airport took three seconds with a ridiculously handsome border person asking if I lived here. I found myself saying "Leider nicht."
F liked what he saw- a collection of stunning 18th century buildings in the center of one of his favorite cities on earth; a school that was founded in 1472 and is well known for physics and astronomy. There is no sports team, no greek system, no zany scavenger hunt, and it appears no school color. Surely they need a color? I know Amy wants a t-shirt- and she will have one, but the shop is closed for the summer, so online it must be.
The good news is they will guarantee a place for Frederick based on nothing more than decent grades and a nice lump of physics classes under his belt. This is where Exeter comes in handy: it offers a large array of advanced classes- so he's ok. Furthermore, it only takes three years to get an undergraduate degree and it is completely tuition free. Eva is so excited at the prospect of her grandson studying physics in the Vaterland that she just might offer to take him castle shopping. Something discreet with a turret or two.
The only fly in the ointment is they expel the bottom 50% of the class automatically after the first year. Brutal. I am starting to wonder about how the US will keep up with these types..? It seems like most of my friends' kids are studying at major Universities, but none of them have any idea what they want to learn. They just want to go to- fill in the blank- BerkeleyPrincetonHarvardStanford but aren't really sure what comes next. This is why the undergraduate part of the US system is really just the first step. It's the graduate degree where the rubber hits the road in America.
Now don't panic. I didn't say it was this was his first choice. But he is not going to be applying to too many schools if he has this option. What can I say? He is a bit lazy.
Meanwhile the meteor project is heating up...Both of them are now totally ignoring me as they drift into their own heads; either that or arguing in German using the word Matrices. There is some sort of rule for multiplying them, and apparently the spread sheet is not spitting out a reasonable number. I asked how they knew this and they said that the only way a number that big would make sense is if, rather than the meteor smashing into the earth, the meteor and the earth had a head-on collision. Thomas is officially only a sounding board on the spread sheet mechanics, but I know he has been fiddling with it when F is not looking. Too funny.
Lech tomorrow- Schneider dinner party the first night with a wine maker (obviously) and I am sure the usual assortment of communists and bee keepers. What to wear....what to wear.
XXX
I will update this later with photos. check back in.
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