it once school uniform requirement was announced. Actually, that's here every day. Each student should wear a white shirt and black pants ... only no one keeps it. But on Monday it was serious. Anyone who did not appear in school uniform would be photographed and posted in the school building. So I thought today would all be good dressed in black and white. Nope. Almost a quarter of the students was still in jeans and a sweatshirt with the school-am curious when the photos will be posted. Die Schuluniform ist faszinierend neu für mich, denn an meiner deutschen Schule gab es diese –zum Glück- nicht. Auch neu für mich ist der „Diensthabende Schüler“. Darunter versteht man, dass der Schüler zur Aufsichtsperson wird. Jede Woche ist eine andere Klasse eingeteilt. Diejenigen, welche „im Dienst“ sind müssen:
- am Morgen das Begrüßungskommando im Foyer sein
- in den Pausen die Fluraufsicht führen
- groben Müll von den Schulfluren entfernen
Ein Vorteil hat es dennoch für den Schüler: wenn er „im Dienst“ ist, wird er an der Schulcafeteria sofort bedient und muss nicht warten. Es ist wirklich sagenhaft was jede Pause an der Cafeteria happened. When the break bell rings, squeeze student crowds jostling sprint to the coffee shop counter, and, waving their bills, and everyone wants to be first in the series. It looks like a Turkish bazaar. When I think about that one consideration in England even at the bus stop in a row ... so because here, you may cut it really gonna be a record!
My father sent Hamley course not without ulterior motives - will of course have taken a picture with a Russian background. So here Hamley in Russia. He sees something done, but the church in the background makes up for ... Another package trickled in on Tuesday one. A package of my maternal grandparents. Content: (thanks to find all the total class-my host mother is thousands of times with you, Grandma and Grandpa) a letter, a pink vest for Dasha, a red sweater for Ksjoscha, relaxing herbal tea for me, and a warm hat and thick socks ( I sure could use), lots of chocolate, cocoa and a silver four-leaf clover-leaf brooch, which should bring me luck. Thank you so much! I am very happy! Socks and hat I will probably see use, the clover I already took parts of chocolate and are now even better in one place.
is the way "to get Package Here's a much greater elevation, than in Germany. First, you will find a list of local post office in the mailbox. Then an adult of the household must pass to the post office. There are forms signed and passport control, until the package is handed out. Nothing to connect times just out the front door, make packet signature and to accept ...
When I watched on Wednesday if I get new e-mail me the blow struck. Fan mail. Seriously. Fan mail. In language festival I had written my name in a Russian chat community to provide a Kontaktierungsmöglichkeit. And now I had 10 friend requests, and at least as many messages. You wrote me how much like our presentation would that I could well Russian, everything to do with Germany has class and I was desperate to know you better. It used an incredible number of smiles, kisses and exclamation points. I answered all times see how it goes on ...
came for the evening a school friend of my host mother to visit. He said he had been by his son (who is in my class) is one that I could well Russian and would confirm that. We had dinner. My host mother and host talked excitedly about the past. After dinner, I thanked
me-as always-for the meal (the is so common, even their own children always say thank you after a good meal). My host mother looked at me and said enthusiastically: "Listen! Soon you speak without an accent, "and another one more of me for speaking good Russian holding ... and yet I have to be still not feeling particularly eloquent.
Bottom Line: "Germany is so great!"
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