not someone recently said to me that It was already a little sad that I wicked-this exciting job of the teacher depends on the brand, because I am now no longer wallow in constant hate speech and borderline-esque feeling flushes may ... well then, move on to pastures new, because at least here I am essentially German: a self is always worse than the others. It is the turnaround point on, I walk forward into the spoil and give the all clear. no later than today, I know what I've gotten myself: 
because this week I was working in the office. not the first time, but it was the first time where I got a firm and sensible advice.
the last time was previously told that I could redirect me so professionally, educators are sometimes made in personnel management. on which it is asked, what was the human resources management, the answer was quite obvious ". because they are entrusted with the management of the staff" peals of laughter, thank you. hopefully I'll never wear 40 and then to a funny schnauzer acetate glasses of red.
this week for the visit but I am smarter, and I now know exactly how much I love the system. case because for the one that I long - or any - should be out of work, I get: nothing. by the state or anyone else no unemployment benefit, not aid. Of course, I could apply for Hartz IV, but that means moving to a "more appropriate" living environment and disclosure of sparse savings.
I'm so systematized, I got three boxes I could tick the order was said and done everything necessary.
other hand: for what a feeling. just me and the wide sky. what keeps me on that? no God, no state, no work, no money: The world is my home. jeans team and again ... and yet it creeps me a familiar feeling of discomfort, of a full stomach and an empty belly. a bit like a summer evening as in clothes sitting around that are wet with dew. no, they are already too damp.
the dame unemployment office on was, of itself, quite friendly and had a good view of: They had to giggle out loud when I said I would need very little money to be happy, but soon she was suggesting, "we could still check here once, that what they want to do with media. they're more like an artistic typ " so, what with media: newspaper readers for example. like next to it is really that you just can not take a time out? and that I now almost "must take" was going to say. that was my Wilhelminian over-I. what I can, you may decide, kaiser.
honestly, there is a Groundhog Day, an international jogginghosentag. ritualized laziness. and apart from so super examples such as the weasel or the domestic cat, has actually hibernating every rational animal of the northern hemisphere. I just can not. because here kästchenankreuzern teeming let that one does not want to rest. box house painter with a penchant for pedagogy. But even today, probably even have the facade painter. everything is pädagogisiert.
at the end of our very lively and stimulating conversation, I should sign some kind of agreement, therefore, an institutionalized hands swore that I up to the first march have to show results. including a table in which I may add, when I applied, and with what result. thank you. the next time I will appear in the same diaper. appears less humiliating.
my first thought was, therefore, cover letter a meaningful to all bakeries in the surrounding area to send with the kind request, whether they use because of a young and enthusiastic would German teachers. the bun had I was taught. but I hear frown, "why do you have ...?" not earlier because nature, as a student recently said to me. because I just did not want to and still do not wants.
oh, how i miss my teenage angst. how easy it was there, to ascertain with center 20 of the evidence of one's own transcendental homelessness, to push a little quarter life crisis and eccentric quirks to get used that looked kinda cool, and it was really never.
after all, the starting point would be a box filled with the demonic. Finally, there are so many things that I will not miss future: children constantly evaluate whether they are now something of the socially important or not. children put the paper trash can next to the patio, because they feel just as if they could possibly throw up the same. classroom police play: who has the mandarin peel back there distributed eck? After half a year are still unsure exactly how the quiet girl in the corner over there actually is. lisa, or lia lina? no, this is emotionally priceless.
you call it unemployment, I call it "new freedom". and to celebrate this, I'm going next week to film the bushido-biography, "Changing times you" watch and laugh my head off, or, to use a very onomatopoeic word Frankish: to me hebben tot. Times change, I am less.
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