Ich: „Wir schreiben jetzt einen Test?“
Mascha (Mädchen aus der 7. Klasse, welches in Algebra neben mir sitzt): „Ja…“
Ich in Gedanken: „Na gut…wäre nicht der erste unangekündigte Test…“
Mascha: „… das ist der angekündigte Test über den Unterrichtsstoff des halben Schuljahres.“
Ich. „WAS?!“ Da hab ich anscheinend mal nicht aufgepasst …
Die Lehrerin teilte die Arbeiten aus. Ich löste alle Aufgaben- was ja auch nicht besonders schwer ist in der 7. Klasse… vorrausgesetzt man versteht die Aufgabenstellung. Ich löste sogar die zwei Textaufgaben. Ich bin gespannt ob ich auch auf richtige Ergebnisse gekommen bin.
Anschließend Geschichte. Unterrichtstoff dieses Schuljahr: erster und zweiter Weltkrieg. Was für ein Thema- ihr könnt euch vorstellen wie “pudelwohl“ ich mich jede Stunde fühle. Diese Stunde hat die Lehrerin dem Unterrichtsstoff schon etwas voraus gegriffen und das Thema des zweiten Weltkrieges leicht angeschnitten, indem sie immer und immer wieder betonte, dass es einen Unterschied zwischen Deutschen und Faschisten gibt. Faschismus gab/gibt is also available in other countries-not only in Germany, they said. I could snog the woman.
me home in the Russian opened the door the mother. Dasha and Ksjoscha were sick, so the mother lived with us and took care of the patients. Dasha ran laughing through the apartment and dropped me squealing around the neck. She had 38 degrees fever and her statement to follow a headache. It is beyond me, how can you jump so jolly about.
My host mother came in the evening and told her about what the American, which is also in my school, had come to the ears: you smoke, drink came, late at night for the first home, tails the school and transport in predominantly male company. Well that's even a wonderful way to represent his country ...
My host mother looked at me. "I am often asked about you - especially the director of" All I could
the heart are. Did I do something wrong? I saw my host mother inquiringly. She returned my gaze with a smile: "With you I can answer that you speak Russian well, do your homework, always polite, are going to school, homework and take over time are at home. When I am And be with large eyes committed and asks: Does she even on Dasha may I say:? Yeah ' It took a load off my mind. The 'I' nom ne wonderful way to represent his country, because to a certain point does one do that during an exchange year.
On Wednesday I had to spend my host mother invited my free period in their second class because they would go into "the room of the Christmas promise." To date, I had no idea what that is.
In the break before the class I entered the classroom. I had been here a couple of hours spent-one knew me then. Over 30 children's eyes were on me. And then rushed at least 20 children up to me to hug me, yelling my name and wave enthusiastically. Oha. This had I do not expect. The joy of my presence is still not pale. It beckons me to cheerfully greeted me and yells: "! HAAALLLOOO SCHAARRLOOOOTAA" along the corridor just to greet me and the various stages in the class.
There I was surrounded by children who relentlessly einquatschten mess on me and pestering me. I looked around. The American was there, of course, since it Russian in the 2nd Class learns. She grinned at me and said in English: "That's normal." We talked. I've talked with her and have often have to say that I do not find unpleasant, but their tails and , the fact that she has here almost exclusively in English, I also confirm.
My host mother, or rather, the teacher entered the room. The previously hectic teeming crowd of children was within a short moment, quiet as a mouse and each child was in place. Fascinated, I watched the school life and how the teacher had the class to be related to absolute discipline. The homework was checked. The reading of a poem should be practiced. The American and I have been asked to read aloud, having had first read some of the children. Was then assessed, who have read better. I would be the evaluation of children with a "tie" Sharing policies. Jeha! After all, the text was completely new to me and the American woman had already had a day for practice time. By the way, have to keep at something calm, because children tend to be ruthless honesty. This means in the event that they unscrupulously criticized our accents. Russian with an American accent is the way to listen very funny. :)
So we went in "the room of the Christmas promise." A dark room-only candles create a cozy atmosphere. Elftklässlerinnen stood in long white robes, and should represent fairies. They talked to us in a loving, fairy way into the conscience, to learn better and always like to be. Everyone should to make something that he wanted to change-for example, always good to listen to Mom. Then we blew out a candle and sealed so that our promise of improvement. Well done you cute!
was in the subsequent break my German teacher, the color prints, to which I had requested, and said that my poster would be ready by Thursday. On the class. And you could not tell me earlier? Oh man ... the lack of organization is sometimes a bit annoying. At 14
clock, I was still the music teacher invited to witness the Christmas concert. It was a wonderful little concert. A choir sang Christmas songs and Russian and English, the children of the younger classes were playing short Pieces. The cutest was a little girl. She was an angel long to coiffed hair, blonde hair, big green eyes and a white pair of wings on her white dress. Charming appearance. But when she tried to recite poems they have learned, I could not help but grin. Too cute was the sight. Their upper teeth fell out and only a great incisor was seen. This made the angelic appearance canceled, but the kindness enlarged it.
After school I wanted to hurry, because I had to go buy some other things to decorate the poster. Lena, her friend and Gera (one of their friends from the 11th Class called) behind me, but I should wait. After a brief exchange of words was followed by Gera of me and we went in the direction stop. I knew him only from the view. He asked me all sorts of things: "Do you like it here? How long are you staying? could you scared when you're traveling here alone? "He joked a bit and finally said I well Russian. We said goodbye. I entered a shop.
Ksjoscha fall times had left that she would like to drink Coke and because, due to mild fever, has a curfew, I decided to make her a little treat and bought her some. Actually I was looking for Christmas decorations and even cotton wool for the poster, but there was in the store does not.
I went home and surprised with the Ksjoscha Cola. She was glad to see them. Once there, I left the apartment again, as I said went to buy decorations. To a business that cotton will be found, I had to ask numerous shops, until finally, I said it was only cotton wool in the pharmacy. It would never come in life ... Finally, there are cotton wool in Germany in almost every supermarket.
On Thursday I got up at 6, an hour earlier and go to school and finish my poster there may be.
How strange. A nearly empty trolley. Only a few people on the streets. Silence.
I met a teacher at my school. You know them already. She was with another friend of my host mother was visiting us.
She greeted me cheerfully and went to school with me. We talked on the way, including being asked amazed at what I do at the time on the way to school.
7:10 clock I was in school. In Germany, would begin in 20 minutes of instruction - this one is the time to just.
puttering at my poster and I made it; the same finish to the first lesson. I showed it to the German teacher, she was thrilled. Together we brought the poster in the museum on "Christmas", which set up in the library of the school was. Here is a photo
overridden the poster is: Christmas in Germany Behind each image there is a small text written. The texts I have on the subject decorations, Santa Claus, Christmas in general, Advent, Advent calendar, name, age baking, Christmas market, Santa Claus and Christmas Eve.
on the cotton wool I have attached ncoht red and gold stars.
invited me in the free hour my class teacher in the school Christmas Museum, a lecture to listen to BS topic. I accepted their invitation.
students gave presentations to celebrate about the way Christmas. Presented here is Australia, England, France and Germany. Did you know that we decorate the Christmas tree in Germany exclusively with apples, nuts and toys? We learn but never had I then ;-)
physics. But instead of physics, we found ourselves a fairy tale and My Fair Lady (staged in two cases of students) to. Above all, My Fair Lady has impressed me. Very well done-I've got it right desire to see me again! The images:
conclusion: "So far I seem here to have left a good impression."
Here are some pictures of the decorated School is finally here, now New Year.
С Новым Годом! Merry Christmas!
New Year good wishes and a Merry Christmas, as large posters on the school entrance.
More jewelry appeared not to New Year's tree (after all, Christmas will be celebrated here) to have fitted on it ....
Snow Queen ...
Pleasant entrance of the school.
In this sense I wish everyone a happy, merry Christmas. Now I use skype with my family first. :)
A Merry Christmas!
At this point, a special greeting to "Aunt poodle". I heard you read here too. (This person will know that it is meant).
Congratulations to the 90th Birthday!
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