Today was my second day of school, after I returnd from my work experience. It's hard to find back, but I have to. My classmates feel just the same as me, because they like their work experience so much. I understand them. I was in an elementary school at a village near mine. The kids were cute. I was never alone! There were always two or three childs by my side, but sometimes they really got on my nerves. But in the end, I liked them - and they liked me. Before I went home on friday, I promised, that I visit them, if I have time, but I think, that I don't have much time this year, to visit them. Let's see.
School was just boring. In biology and englisch we were just talking about an project and about the work experience. Politics were boring too, 'cause the topic "social milieus" is absolutely dry, even if our teacher is funny. Math... Well, Math is alway dry. But i tried my best to understand what my teacher wants to tell me.In the end we write two pages and spoke about the work experience. The only subject, that was okay today, were physics. We have a new teacher and he is like a big schoolboy and he can't make his way. So we can do what ever we want. My friend and I give him already a nickname: milksop.And today there was an "almost-disaster", because this teacher was missing behind the desk and I turnd around and want to ask: "Where is the milksop?", but befor I could say a word, he stood up. And I was happy, that I saw him, before I spoke. In exchange I raised my hand three times in the lesson. Normaly I'm more quiet.
In addition I had to work with a friend for a presentation in German. It's about Classic and Sturm und Drang(storm and stress).
Now about the header of this Post. My mom works in an hospital at the birthstation and the women who leaves the station, sometimes leaves flowers in their rooms. And today my mom brought this flowers home.They are so beautiful! It's a bunch of green-purple orchids and a flower I don't know. The flower vase stands at the kitchen table and everytime I walk trough it, I want to smell the orchids. Note: Orchids are the favorite flowers of my mom.
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