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					                           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!

				
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