Back and Boxing

So, I'm back at my blog, which of course means that Alex has crossed the pond and I'm back to my solo life in Berlin. Not bad, but not nearly as fun! We rambled all over the city, ate at lots of great restaurants, and just had a really good time all around. But, now I'm back to my regular life. I've been quite busy preparing a presentation "Globalization: American Perspectives" for a meeting of the English department heads of my school district. Luckily, another Fulbright TA is doing it with me. Man, globalization seems to be all they talk about in school. To me it seems a bit shocking that something so political and inherently moral is required curriculum. I guess it's not the only political and moral topic discussed in school, but somehow I always end up feeling guilty as an American at the end of class. As though, as the resident Ami (sorta like Gringo for the Germans), I were responsible for the McDonaldization of the world. This is all in my head of course. It's starting to get to me, hearing every day about American companies trampling over the cultures of the world and enslaving the little children of the third world. So yes, now I'm doing a presentation on this beloved topic of the Germans.

In addition to my regular school day and preparation for tomorrow's presentation, I went to boxing today. This was my second go around at the University boxing gym where I will be training this year. The class was quite full, and this time there was even another woman there, who was new to boxing, but very experienced in Karate. She's quite tough, and not at all arrogant. I like her. The guy who stepped in for the main trainer was quite the opposite, and managed to tick me off in good order. He was clearly just another student who had done some box, but he was quite interested in criticizing me on some almost insulting points. He talked to me like I was an idiot. He might have mistaken my blank look for a lack of intelligence. My blank look was rather born of my absolute disinterest in his opinion. I felt a little guilty for being so cool, so I explained to him that I was from the US and had yet to learn box jargon auf deutsch. He responded with a very heavy accent "Next time we can speak English then." This sealed the deal for me.

After a bit of observation, I think perhaps the disproportionate criticism I'm receiving may be due to the Germans having a different box style. I'm not sure about this yet, but it would explain why this guy only criticized things that I know I learned right, and not the things I'm actually interesting in improving. I must say, the gym is certainly a different style than I'm accustomed to. I've never boxed in a fancy, or particularly modern gym, rather the equipment is usually sparse and well worn, but relatively up to date. This gym makes me think of my great grandfather George's boxing gloves that are hanging in our basement at home: Old and puffy, but still in good shape. I half expect this guy to walk through the door at any moment:
The workouts are quite intense, and long. It is hard to box for 90 minutes. I'm used to 45 minute sessions, and even then at the end I'm totally kaput. At least we didn't have to jump for 15 minutes straight this time. The backs of my legs were covered by stripy welts by the time that little warm-up was done. I've decided that I'm a bit clumsy when it comes to jump-roping. Little did I imagine in elementary school while I jumped rope during recess, that I would be doing it 15 years later as a boxer. I suppose if someone had told me then, I wouldn't have been all that surprised. I might have just tried to get a little better at it so that years later I wouldn't have so many welts burnt into the backs of my legs.