Smoke gets in your eyes
Well, I meant to write an entry about Dachau yesterday, and then my laptop started screaming. Literally. I turned it on, and it emitted a high-pitched squeal - if my roommates had been home, they certainly would have thought I was torturing someone in there. The noise turned out to be coming from a compact disc in the disk drive, which I promptly removed. Since then, my laptop has been making a low sort of grumbly whirring noise when I turn it on, so I keep turning it on, getting nervous that the battery or something will explode on me, and turning it off again. At any rate, I'll give it a few more tries, then work on finding something who knows more about computers than I do. Sometimes it just needs some time to sulk and then it works again, although I'm hoping this interval is pretty short.
At any rate, I'm checking my e-mail at the internet cafe over the Dunkin' Donuts (easy internet cafe has some sort of deal with DD in Germany - I see them together all the time), which isn't very conducive to writing about serious topics. Also, I'm cheap and don't really feel like spending the money to sit here and pound out a long entry, especially since I'll be spending a lot to fill out grad school apps here if I can't get the computer back in order. Also, I had a bit of a frustrating first day back at school after the break - on Mondays I have to teach two full classes of teenagers back to back, and I never realized before how wearing it is to make teenagers interested in anything, since teenagers find everything, and especially everything school-related, boring. If I ever meet any of my high school teachers again, I think I'm going to apologize for every time I knew an answer and didn't raise my hand, or every time I did the "if I don't look at the teacher, s/he can't see me" trick.
Oh, well. Schritt für Schritt, as they say here: step by step. When I was on the train this morning heading to school, I heard something funny. At every station where the train stops, a station conductor says, "Step in, please," and a few seconds later, "Stay back, please." This morning, as tired people were shuffling onto a crowded train, the conductor repeated "Stay back" a few times, and then, impatiently: "The train has more than one door!"
Mondays, you know?
At any rate, I'm checking my e-mail at the internet cafe over the Dunkin' Donuts (easy internet cafe has some sort of deal with DD in Germany - I see them together all the time), which isn't very conducive to writing about serious topics. Also, I'm cheap and don't really feel like spending the money to sit here and pound out a long entry, especially since I'll be spending a lot to fill out grad school apps here if I can't get the computer back in order. Also, I had a bit of a frustrating first day back at school after the break - on Mondays I have to teach two full classes of teenagers back to back, and I never realized before how wearing it is to make teenagers interested in anything, since teenagers find everything, and especially everything school-related, boring. If I ever meet any of my high school teachers again, I think I'm going to apologize for every time I knew an answer and didn't raise my hand, or every time I did the "if I don't look at the teacher, s/he can't see me" trick.
Oh, well. Schritt für Schritt, as they say here: step by step. When I was on the train this morning heading to school, I heard something funny. At every station where the train stops, a station conductor says, "Step in, please," and a few seconds later, "Stay back, please." This morning, as tired people were shuffling onto a crowded train, the conductor repeated "Stay back" a few times, and then, impatiently: "The train has more than one door!"
Mondays, you know?
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