A Chaotic 1975 Trip to Ennepetal Revealed the Beauty of Cultural Adaptation and Self-Discovery
New York, N.Y. — I was 16 when Mr. Cranston, my well-meaning but hapless German teacher, herded our group onto a plane to West Germany in 1975.
His semi-annual student exchange, a passion project forged from his WWII-era language skills, unraveled before we even landed. What followed was a comedy of errors—and an unexpected lesson in embracing chaos.
In 1975, that trip did not go so well. That was the trip I was on.
We did not learn until afterwards that his connections there had
cancelled our trip as they could not find adequate housing for us.
Arrival in Ennepetal: A Fleet of Mercedes and False Promises
We stumbled off the train in Ennepetal, a postcard-perfect town in North Rhine-Westphalia, greeted by a row of Mercedes taxis.
To my American eyes, these cars symbolized wealth, but here, they were as ordinary as pickup trucks back home. Our host families, however, were nowhere to be found.
Unbeknownst to us, the local committee had canceled their commitments weeks earlier, leaving Mr. Cranston scrambling.
My assigned “host brother,” Bernhard Klabe, a lanky 18-year-old with a mischievous grin, took pity on me.
His family’s cramped row house became my temporary shelter. Bernhard’s idea of hospitality?
A crash course in German drinking culture. “One stein per year of your life,” he declared, sliding a frothy beer across the sticky table of a dim Kneipe.
Sixteen steins later, I was vomiting in his mother’s rose bushes as she scolded him in rapid-fire Deutsch.
The Summer Camp Salvage: Bratwurst and Broken German
With no host families secured, Mr. Cranston’s last-ditch plan landed us in a municipal summer camp meant for local children. We slept on creaky cots, ate endless bratwurst, and became de facto counselors for kids who spoke no English. My German, previously limited to textbook phrases like “Wo ist die Bibliothek?” sharpened rapidly as I refereed soccer games and bandaged scraped knees.
The camp, nestled in rolling countryside, became an unlikely sanctuary. I bonded with a shy boy named Dieter, who taught me folk songs and how to identify edible berries. By week two, I could haggle at the Bauernmarkt and recite slang even Mr. Cranston didn’t know.
Clumsy Encounters:
Navigating Identity in a Foreign Land
Germany forced me to confront questions I’d buried in the U.S.
At home, I’d quietly wondered if my preference for boys over girls was a phase.
Here, under Bernhard’s relentless matchmaking (“Ami, meet Greta!”), I fumbled through conversations with girls who found my awkwardness endearing—or just odd.
My limited vocabulary couldn’t mask my confusion, but the distance from my usual life offered clarity:
I didn’t need labels yet. I just needed to be.
Legacy of a Debacle: From Disaster to Determination
None of us told our parents about the botched planning. Mr. Cranston, already gaunt from stress-induced ulcers, likely would’ve been fired. Years later, I heard he died alone, his funeral unattended by former students. Yet, his failure gifted me something profound: resolve.
In 1977, I returned to Germany through AFS, spending my “13th grade” at Max Planck Gymnasium, again in North Rhine-Westphalia. More fuent and self-assured, I navigated Bielefeld’s cobblestone streets with ease, a stark contrast to that first disastrous trip. The chaos of 1975 had taught me to adapt, listen, and find joy in the unplanned—skills that later fueled my career in international education.
Disastrous High School Exchange Taught Me Resilience in Germany (May 18, 2025)
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In 1975, my high school exchange to Germany collapsed due to poor planning. Stranded in Ennepetal, I endured cultural mishaps, a beer-induced disaster, and a summer camp salvage effort. Amid the chaos, I discovered resilience, language fluency, and self-acceptance. The trip’s failure inspired me to return to Germany later, shaping my future in cross-cultural education.
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