JYM Illustrated a publication of the Junior Year in Munich Excerpts from the 1996-97 JYM Illustrated: Letter from the Resident Director Berlin Outward Bound The TEG Girls! Arbeitsamt Whirlwinds The Cool People in the Front -- That Other University Alpenwanderung Resume-Building in Deutschland Lisa's Nachfolgerin Es Gab ein Dampfknödel. . . Things you never thought you'd miss. . . Sour before Sweet: Learning the Language The Story of Passiv, Coke and a Brain A Short History of the Junior Year in Munich an der Universität München A Letter from the Resident Director by Prof. Hans-Peter Söder JYM 1996-97: Some Tips on Gardening It was an important year for Germany. Change and reforms are everywhere. The health system, perhaps overly generous in the past, experienced a reform. Revisions made in the tax system are working to make Germany more competitive on the world market. Even Germany's university system is rethinking some of its fundamental tenets. Perhaps the most noticeable change was the "revolutionary" extension of shopping hours. The unthinkable has happened! We can now buy "Semmel" (for Prussians, "Brötchen") on Sunday morning. At this point many of you probably think that I am going to wax eloquent again. Fear not! But allow me to open this year's Yearbook with one of my favorite phrases. No, it is not "Amaze your friends, confound your enemies," but "What have we learned from this?" Trust me, in ten years you will know exactly how important this year has been for you. For some of you, it may be difficult now to gauge your intellectual and emotional progress. Sure, you learned some German, but there are also many other things that you learned or came to understand about yourself and others. Imagine what would have happened had you stayed at home. Think of your college career as a garden you must walk through. Now think of your home campus as a Baroque garden. There, laid out for you, are straight lines, well manicured lawns and walkways that intersect in predictable ways. We all know where the fountain is in such a garden. Phoedra and I, however, tried to make this year at JYM an English garden for you. We tried to keep the wildflowers in the grass, the brook rushing fast and cold, and the paths circuitous and uneven (so that not all wound up at the Chinese Tower beer garden). Throughout the year we tried to keep a few inviting chestnut trees standing in odd places so that you could rest on your way. Now we find ourselves at the end of our English garden; it is time for our paths to separate. This year I learned a lot from you, and I hope you learned a lot from simply being here. Let us go on to the next garden and let us not be afraid if it is a little wild or unpredictable. And should that gardener at the gate want a letter of recommendation, I will do my bestfor each and every one of you. That is all from Munich. Auf Wiedersehen and farewell. Berlin Outward Bound by Michael McDonnell Berlin is amazing, full of contrast, the new capital of a united Germany, a bridge between East and West, a booming European metropolis, a city with a scarred and palpable history. In March eighteen JYMers and seven JYFers spent an intense and fulfilling ten days feeling the hip avant-garde pulse of this hard- grooving city. The JYM Berlin Seminar of 1997 was incredible. In a short week and a half we came to know Berlin better than Munich. We strolled down Unter den Linden, marveled at the ancient relics of the Pergammon Museum, searched out the last remnants of the wall, giggled at the naked actors in the Berliner Ensemble, laughed ourselves silly in a cabaret and stood in awe under a skyline filled with thousands of cranes. We marched Prussian style from sight to sight, from dawn to late evening, with scarcely a moment for a Berliner Weisse. And yet there was plenty of fun to go around. We found the time to hang with the Kreuzberger locals near our youth hostel, to walk down the glitzy Ku'damm at night....and then surely none of us will forget that crazy evening we spent in a funky basement bar after the cabaret. It was here that DJ HP "Friedrich-Wilhelm" Söder taught us that Prussians can dance too. From the restored Synagogue to the frightening Fascist architecture of the Olympic Stadium, from the Hamburger Bahnhof art museum to the back streets of Kreuzberg, our ten days in Berlin were jam-packed and unforgettable. ... The TEG Girls! by Ivy Wong It sounded like a club for dorks, l mean, with a name like The Entrepreneurial Group, what else could it be? But Brooke went to the Glühwein Christmas thing and said they were cool, and that they had invited us to go to Dresden with them. So, we met on a Sunday afternoon in December, survived a wild drive to the former East and had a really great time. That was the first of many activities, excursions and other such things we did with TEG. There are the weekly meetings or Montagsründe, where we gossip, make fun of each other and sometimes get a little work done. At any one time there are usually a couple of projects going on. TEG held creativity workshops, Internet seminars and trips like the Winery/Airport in Frankfurt. Brooke and I even had the chance to put on a seminar on American MBAs. It was a scary, but great, experience for us, calling speakers (in German!), organizing locations, times and churning out a huge info- packet during one of those many Feiertage in May. The seminar went surprisingly well. JYM overflowed with German students interested in investing two years of their lives and a ridiculous amount of money to learn about management. We were proud of our project. But most of all, TEG has been where we've spoken a lot of German, learned some great Bayerisch slang (da-schau, Schneckerl!) and made some friends for life. Thanks TEGies and bis bald. Arbeitsamt by Celeste St. John Everyone's favorite place to be at eight on a weekday morning. After tossing your little green card into the Damen or Herren box, you wait beneath a cloud of smoke in a room filled with blue chairs and a hundred chattering people. Finally the "man behind the curtain," the wizard of student jobs in Munich, calls off numbers - yours is number 98 out of 101. Guess that means no topless waiter, no truck driving, or TV audience jobs that pay 20 to 25 DM per hour for you. It's off to the Längere Zeit jobs office. Pull a number and wait again. If the guy in the office doesn't receive too many phone calls, it usually doesn't take too long for your number to come up. There are jobs specifically for men and for women, as well as some that insist on "only German students," but all pay more that minimum wage in the States - even if you are only a Putzfrau. If you are lucky, there will be a job requiring knowledge of English - if so, you're in. If not, well, good luck. The firstquestion is always, "Wie gut ist Ihr Deutsch?" If you can manage to answer, "Gut genug," or a better exaggeration, you will most likely come away with some type of office or cleaning job. If your German doesn't pass the test or the person in front of you just took the last job, your only option is to hope you have enough ambition left to get out of bed and try it again the next day. Whirlwinds by Brooke Wess It all happened in a whirlwind. Herr Söder prepped us with a long winded "Get Psyched for Berlin" speech as Phoedra tapped her watch. At the end, Herr Söder casually mentioned a Berlin internship possibility for the Semesterferien. Anyone interested should contact him for more information. The overworked, thank-God the-first-semester-is-over wheels in my head creaked and began turning. I'm the type of person who, once I get an idea in my head, cannot get it out. "This would be a great opportunity!," I told myself. There was also my plan to do an "As Many Countries in as Little Time" tour of Europe. When would I have another chance to do it? So I found myself in another typical Brooke-predicament with no idea of what to do. The pros and cons of both options tugged me back and forth. I weighed them and weighed them again. At the time it seemed like such a huge decision, but looking back on it, I am positive choosing a month long internship with a consulting firm in Berlin was the right choice. ISA Consult is a Beratungsgesellschaft für Innovation, Struktur und Arbeit, which provides research and consulting for government authorities and the private sector at federal, regional, and local levels within the field of economic policy development. The idea for the internship developed under Matthias Winter who has been friends with JY Program Director Mark Ferguson since Mark was a JYer. As the first JYM-ISA Consult intern, I was the guinea pig, ready for anything. As Matthias Winter's shadow in this Beratungsgesellschaft for a month, I followed him to consulting appointments, various workshops, trade union conventions. . . Matthias Winter is a great guy and I don't think I could have such an easy-going, loves-what-he-is-doing boss again. Still, even after working with him for a month, I have to ask, "When does this guy ever sleep?"Honestly, the answer has to be "Never." One particular week we traveled over 2000 km, starting in Berlin, going to Belgium, cutting back across Germany and then to Poland for a day. Not one night did we stay in the same hotel! Of course the internship was not all fun and games. Once Matthias handed me a huge report in English and I had to write a Zusammenfassung auf Deutsch. I only spoke German. In fact, I spoke more German in that month than in my entire first semester. (Result: my German improved!) What I learned working for ISA- Consult was something I would never have learned from a backpacking trip. I was able to closely observe someone who loves his work and is really damn good at it, as well as actually living the ins and outs of someone else's work philosophy. In the end, I had the best of both worldsI got to travel quite a bit and experienced how a German firm and the entire German business culture functions. Thanks Matthias! The Cool People in the Front -- That Other University by Joel Hartter The inhabitants of the TU (Technische Universität) range from being a bit out of the ordinary to totally and completely unique. Since I would be here for a year, I tried my best to blend in, be like the other students, but I just couldn't. Students at the TU are naturals; they were born to be there, and despite my efforts to hide behind my calculator, I am still an outsider. The overload of information and boring material-science lectures easily put me to sleep. But I want to blend in with the rest of the TU types, so I look around the lecture hall to try and stay awake. It's amazing that in the faces of these students I can see the next Screech, Maverick, Side Show Bob, Antonio Scarpacci, the Undertaker, and Arnold from Different Strokes. Just think, I might have sat next to someone soon-to-be famous. When I run out of look-a-likes, I observe the ration of girls to guys. In my ME class (mechanical engineering for non-techies), for example, the ratio is something like 15 to 300. I wonder what possesses these girls to take aclass with those kinds of odds. It can't possibly be that the ratio makes it easier to find "that someone special." It's not certain that guys at the TU know that girls don't bite and that they aren't necessarily turned on by the "I just got out of bed and don't own a comb or a mirror look" (usually accompanied by a pair of floods and bizarre socks). Of course, if the guys at the TU paid any attention to their outward appearance, they might damage their fragile studious equilibrium. At the TU, academics are taken seriouslynotes are taken with the 10 color Stabilo pen sets, lines are ALWAYS drawn with 30-60-90 triangles (complete with the belt holster for straight edges) and of course everyone has a tamper proof briefcase to pack their 8000 function calculators into. From all my observations during lectures, I have determined that the students of the TU are not homogenous; they can actually be divided into two distinct groups. This division is most obvious in the classroom. The massive amount of brain power expended in the Audimax during a two hour lecture could easily fuel the electricity supply in Agnes-Adelheid for the next eight years. Naturally this kind of energy release needs to be handled carefully so that it does no harm. To relax from this kind of stress, the first type of TUer grabs a wurst sandwich during break or finishes homework (in the rare event that it was left unfinished from the night before). These are the rowdies, because they are the ones who sit in the back of the lecture hall, holding squirt guns to pester the note-takers and make their Stabilo pens smear. They have conversations about foreign topics such as sports and parties, designing super-sonic paper airplanes (of course they are well-designed airplanes) or making fun of Prof. X's more than noticeable American "R's." The second group of TUers is all business. They are so cool that after every lecture they hang out at the overhead projector with the profs and T.A.s, discussing new Eigenvektorenmethoden or the latest on the MOHRscher Spannungskreis. The "cool people in the front" are fine examples for some poor exchange student who has to sit through hours of Dehnung and Matrizen. I know the ear piercing sound of fingers snapping and the following "FRAGE!" keeps me well on task. It is lucky that the "cool people in the front" are there to remind the professor that, "Sie sind falsch. . . Es ist MINUS 21" What would the rest of the class do without these capable and studious people who take over when the professor can't adjust the lighting properly or remember what page in the book to turn to. To be one of the "cool people in the front" you can never be late to lecture, must wear the proper TU attire, pay attention at all times and ask lots of questions. This means running from the bus stop all the way to the front of the lecture hall (a stupendous feat when wearing a good pair of floods) so that everyone notices and claps because you are the infamous, sogenannte Question Man. The one whose nasal voice rivals Dirty Neck Student as the coolest one there. The one whose Motörhead and "Loud Motor Save Lives" T-shirt makes everyone wish they were that cool and could sit in the front row. At the TU, I only wish I could work my way up to the front row and sit with the big dogs. It would mean so much for me to know it all, to wear a Hawaiian shirt, leather motorcycles pants with red suspenders and pull it off, and to always study at the TU.... Alpenwanderung by Celeste St. John The highlight of Orientation for me was the JYM Summit club Übernachtung in the Alps. The few, but brave, JYMers who made it to the train station bright and early one Friday morning were Jamey, Peter, Jen, Nicole, Franci and I. Our fearless leaders were Herr Söder and Herr Grafwallner. We arrived in the small, lakeside town of Maurach, Austria on a beautiful October day and hiked upwards through sunny meadows, paths twisting around trees and past a babbling brook. Keeping up a brisk pace (mostly due to Peter and his long legs) we made it to the Berghütte in two and a half hours. After a Pause - to cool off our sweaty bodies in the crisp mountain air, we left our backpacks behind and continued upwards to the Gipfelkreuz atop Rofanspitze at 2299 meters. Along the way we learned echte deutsche Wörter, like "rutschig," "Geiß," and "Duh," courtesy of our guides, Peter, and Jamey, whose vocabularies were incredibly advanced (in comparison to ours) due to extensive flashcard usage. Then came the last scramble to the top, signing our names in the book at the cross and sighing a deep breath. Sitting atop a mountain peak after hiking all day is one of the most satisfying feelings l've ever had. We could see only mountains for miles and miles in every direction with nothing but blue sky above. It felt as if we were on top of the world. We enjoyed a relaxing hike back to the Hütte, despite lots of mud and several snowball fights. That night we saw the best sky of stars that I have ever seen. The Big Dipper and the "Milchstraße" seemed to be at eye level. I don't know if it was the height or the clean air, but the stars all twinkled closer than ever before. After ten hours of sleep (more than most of us had slept since Orientation began), we woke in time to see the sunrise. Then we began a four hour hike, during which we lost our way and ended up not just going over the next mountain peak, but also hiking around an entire other mountain to return to the Hütte. The hike down to Maurach was rushed - we needed to catch our bus and get back to the train station so that we would not miss our train. Instead we wound up sitting in traffic forever and leaping, at the last minute, on to the train back to Munichonly to sit in the storage car. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, it was probably where we belonged. We were quite smelly and disgusting after two days of hiking. Despite the aching muscles, sore knees and muddy shoes, the experience was one of my favorites and I can't wait until summer to do it againl Resume-Building in Deutschland Siemens Nixdorf Part I by Lisa Ekberg Instead of two months free to travel Europe, I spent my break in Munich on an internship with Siemens Nixdorf Informationssysteme AG (SNI). Maybe I haven't rolls and rolls of photographs, but it turned out to be a great experience. My main job was to support two external arrangements and to prepare for upcoming meetings. The big highlight of this was organizing slides that the consultants from the States brought to show their work with SNI. Thisincluded typing letters and making travel arrangements for the CEO of SNI. Pretty thrilling in comparison with other everyday duties. On the side, I worked for two executive secretaries. More typing, answering phones, organizing materials, copying and distributing information . . .typical internship stuff. OK, I admit, the work wasn't that exciting, but the important part was that I had the chance to be a part of a large international company in Germany. For my business major, it was a fantastic opportunity. As an added bonus, I made some super friends and contacts for the future. Lisa's Nachfolgerin by Brook Wess That's who I was introduced as on my first day at work. Lisa Eckberg had the Siemens-Nixdorf internship during the two month Semesterferien. Once the Sommersemester began, my light course load allowed me to take over. Lisa had gone through the initial process of gathering photocopies (Aufenthaltsgenehmigung und Immatrikulationsbescheinigung) and established the newly created internship position, paving the way for me to fill her place. However, filling her place was not that easy. I was, as mentioned before, introduced to everyone as "Lisa's Nachfolgerin." My name is often difficult for Germans to pronounce, so my co-workers even called me Lisa once in a while. What made it even harder for me to fill Lisa's position was that everyone I worked with absolutely loved her and always asked how she was doing. I really tried my best and after I recovered from my Lisa-inferiority complex, I even began to enjoy my position as a Praktikantin as Siemens-Nixdorf (great resume stuff). I looked at my position through two pairs of glasses. The first pair showed me the internship as a humbling experience. It was basically grunt work, i.e. making coffee and photocopies. The other pair of glasses showed me how the position was a great leaming opportunity (resume stuff again). By observing how the secretaries in my office managed tight schedules, organized reports and mail, and handled stress, I learned, if only on the surface, the Tätigkeiten of a secretarial position for a big boss. Now I hope I won't have to use these skills for too long (I'll get my own secretary), but I did learn an entirely new work ethic and gained a few more experiences to tuck under my professional belt. Es Gab ein Dampfknödel. . . by Jamey Dempster We better get things straight right off: I am a proud Pfandmark carrying member of the Mensa. Make what faces you will, the Mensa experience is a beautiful thing. At least relatively. At least for DM 3.50. Just look what kind of experiences you'll have. They're practically tall tales. "Essen drei, bitte!" I still find it amazing what they can offer. The high tech menu screen, the ever cheerful and patient personnel (behind bulletproof Plexiglas, of course), colorful food, silverware, napkins, etc. And seriously, have you ever seen such big soup ladles? "What the hell is a Dampfknödel?" It takes a bit of courage to join the Mensa ranks, to be sure. After two months, we could say it took stupidity. It's all a learning experience, though. One observes the natives, samples the fine traditional dishes, and wowl the silverware is magnetic! "Mmph, wow. I think it just landed." I'm still not exactly sure what a Dampfknödel is, but I sure know what it does. I know I couldn't deep fry such meals myself, and certainly not with such variety. Cheese and grease (my favorite), noodles and grease, soup and grease, lettuce and grease, grease and salt, the list is endless! That one 2-story Dampfknödel will always be good for campfire stories, and forms a bond between all those who tried it. Not to mention a bond in the ol' gastrointestinal system. "Mmmm. Ja wohl. Lecker." So I found myself dining solo at the Mensa after a while, but I was never really alone. I knew the Mensa experience was something that would stay with everyone. For a month or two at least. My faithfulness did not go unrewarded. One, nobody catches any crap from me about the quality of their food. Two, getting tokens makes for a good customer-servicecomparison. I had the satisfaction of conquering the entire Mensa system, including the a la carte gauntlet downstairs. I even got to witness the changing of the pop machines. And three, occasionally dragging a novice in makes for big fun just watching facial expressions, especially about an hour later. "You're goin' Mensa? Seriously? "C'mon, the stomach pain is minimal, the fruit's usually fresh and I haven't seen a (long) hair in the potatoes for a while. You could just get Beilagen. There's new ads up? Please? What if there's Pommes today, ge? You won't need to eat dinner! All right, well, ciao. But like Söder says, you should suffer a bit in Germany." Things you never thought you'd miss... from Germany . . . * Riding a bike in a wrap-a-round skirt * Brez'n * Elevator in Agnes-Adelheid 13 * Reversing escalators * Speedos on the beach * BISS * Goaßmaß * Papa's Kebaps * Public drunkenness being allowed * Bad German radio - ENERGIE! * StuSta Döner-man and Praktikum-boy with free falafel * Friday-night Sneak Preview (especially Bound) * Seeing at least one hot guy everyday * One-piece plastic bathrooms with wonderfully designed shelf-style toilets * JYM from Home. . . * Taco Bell * Italian Subs (especially Subway) * Zip-Lock plastic bags * My car * CBS's Hockey night in Canada - Don Cherryl * Bathtubs x 3 * Drinking fountains * Pretzels and Doritos * Computers that work * Free water and bread * Hugs from Mom Sour before Sweet: Learning the Language by Franci Neumann Everyone has days when one just cannot, cannot for the life of them, speak German. One particular day I went to the Telekom office to ask why my telephone was not installed. After I finished explaining my problem, the woman said nothing, just looked at me as if I were some kind of a freak. Honestly, she must have stared for at least a minute before realizing exactly what I had said and making another appointment for installation. Later, when I tried to say something clever in class, I stumbled over my grammar, forgot words and did everything else I could possibly do wrong. I could just imagine Ralf thinking, "What is Franci doing here in Germany? Certainly not learning German." After that I felt like never opening my mouth again. Every so often, I speak to a German, have a few grammatical problems, and then explain that "Mein Deutsch ist nicht sehr gut," only to hear "Doch! Es ist superl" For a few minutes, I'm walking on air. The Story of Passiv, Coke and a Brain by Liina Jaani "Geschehen Nicki. . . gehen Brian. . . greifen Megan...." "Greifen, greift, griff, hat gegriffen?" "Yup," says Ralf. "Aber ich verstehe das nicht," sounds from the next room. Everybody laughs. . . we start with Passiv. . . "Das Buch wird, wurde, war, ist gelesen worden, werden. . ." Ralf laughs, "Let's try again." "1 can't take it anymore," denke ich and a line from a cartoon comes into my head which 1, because of certain circumstances,should not make known to the public at this moment. . . "Nach der Pause geht's weiter," says Ralf. "Do I have 2 marks," denke ich, "a coke would really do me good." "So, was denkt ihr über diese Geschichte," says Ralf after the Pause. Themenwechsel, I guess. Conversation gets going, and l'm so glad I can finally speak like a normal personohne Passiv. . . "Hast DU die Küche aufgeräumt?" asks one of my many Polish roommates a couple of days later. "Nein," sag' ich, "als ich nach Hause kam, war das schon getan worden." Wait a second! DAS BUCH WAR GELESEN WORDEN. That's it! That's it! A big goofy smile appears on my face as I realize my brain is well and functioning after all. . . A Short History of the Junior Year in Munich an der Universität München Prof. Hans-Peter Söder Resident Director The Junior Year in Munich program was establish in 1931 by Professor and Mrs. Camillo von Klenze, in arrangement with the Institute of International Education, Smith College and the University of Delaware. An inter-collegiate Executive council was set up over the course of the years 1935 and 1936. This council was incorporated in 1937 as a non-profit, education organization under the legal title: Junior Year, Inc. The Junior Year offices were situated at the Georgenstaße 25. At the outbreak of World War ll, the program was suspended. However, throughout the war years the Council kept its Charter so that, in 1949, Professor Edmund Miller was back in Munich with a small number of brave students. In 1953 the Junior Year in Munich program was put back on solid ground when the German department of Wayne State University reopened the program under its sponsorship. Professor John F. Ebelke, the first Resident Director in the new era (and former JYMer himself), set up shop at Amalienstraße 54. Two tiny rooms were enough to hold the first twelve students. In 1967 the Junior Year moved to larger quarters and spread out at Leopoldstraße 23. During the first ten years of its existence, Resident Directors changed often. After Professor John F. Ebelke left, Professor Bernhard V. Valentini took over the helm in 1954/55 and 1955/6. Professor Eitel Wolf Dobert led the program in 1956/57 and 1957/58. In 1958/59, Professor Conrad P.Homberger became Resident Director. By then the program had grown to 69 students. When Professor Carl Colditz became Resident Director in 1959/60, the program had grown to 99 students. That year Wayne State University decided to split the program in order to keep it manageable. Professor Colditz, who was the chair at Wayne State University, moved to Freiburg in 1960 to oversee the establishment of the Junior Year in Freiburg program. In the meantime, Assistant Director Robert Miller took over the Munich program, reduced to 73, and continued to supervise the program in 1960/61. The year 1961 marked the beginning of a long era known to thousands of students under the abbreviation FDR: Frau Dr. Marianne Riegler. Dr. Riegler's long "reign" of 33 years is a singular feat unparalleled in the annals of resident directors anywhere. In today's fast-paced world, l cannot imagine that this kind of enduring leadership can be repeated again. Frau Dr. Riegler spirited "her" Juniors on through local and world crises, weathering the "Cold War," the "Roaring Sixties," the "Disco Decade," and the "YuppieYears." In her thirty odd years, "FDR" touched thousands of lives and it was during her "reign" that Junior Year in Munich became one of the most recognized "Study Abroad in Germany" programs. It is largely due to "FDR" that Junior Year in Munich was officially accepted by the Ludwig-Maximilians-Universität München and was allowed to carry the title "an der Universität München." Frau Dr. Marianne Riegler retired in 1994 leaving a legacy of excellence and dedication. It is this legacy of excellence that remains the guiding light for the Junior Year in Munich program. For her life achievement, Frau Dr. Riegler was honored by the University of Munich with the title of "Honorary Citizen" of the Ludwig-Maximilians Universität a title granted to only one other person to date. Since 1994, Junior Year in Munich has taken on the post-FDR era by building on its excellence and by introducing innovative approaches to the existing program. In the past three years the Junior Year in Munich program has restructured and has entered into a number of new alliances. We have added new programs, intern- and partnerships, as well as updating the entire curriculum. We have developed a new "hands-on" approach for the "Berlin Seminar" and incorporated these innovations into our Munich orientation. Now it is time to symbolize the innovative nature of the new Junior Year in Munich program in a more concrete way. The Junior Year in Munich, the first study abroad program in Germany, isdemonstrating leadership in the field of "Study Abroad in Germany" by relocating. Yes, we are moving. After students, now numbering in the thousands, have trekked from our present location to the university in the past thirty years, we are now confusing our alumni by moving into larger and more representative quarters. But fear not, our new location, Richard Wagner-Straße 27, is easily found, as it is close to the "museum mile." Just behind the Lenbachhaus and merely a stone's throw away from the three Pinakotheken, the new institute is between the Ludwig-Maximilians-Universität and the Technische Universität München. Our students and alumni will love this new Junior Year in Munich location, as it better reflects a campus atmosphere than the present-day Leopoldstraße. It is with confidence that we can once again say to the next generation of JYMers: Willkommen in München!