Why Do You Plug In A Diesel

Elke

early yesterday morning when we talked about our school, I was reminded of my elementary school mathematics teacher. But, no, it was not the primary, it was the fifth and sixth grade, the high school students spent more in their home school before they had to drive in the seventh each morning by bus in the city with the sugar factory. So there was Elke our maths teacher and I spent some time yesterday, a photo of her looking to the net, but to do nothing. Their appearance was in fact even more incredible than their behavior. From a distance they looked like Filbert from Rocko's Modern Life, if anyone knows a turtle with horn-rimmed glasses. She had this Buckel was proud built 1.90m tall and not very tender. Her face could be best described as an asymmetric mask meat, particularly impressive was its hanging down on one side and strongly protruding lower lip. Elke always looked after really bad mood. So she went and she was talking about. Like most teachers at this school she cherished more openly for some students, others less sympathy. This did not relate to the students themselves, but together by their parents, some of which are just at the same school were also teachers. Since it was a small school was not inevitable that students were taught, among other things by their own parents, what is actually not so was welcome. To avoid charges of favoritism that the parents treated their children in the classroom with particular severity and ruthlessness. Even before corporal punishment was not deterred. The moppel Anja, whose mother was a physical education teacher was allowed to rotate as extra rounds on the sports field, as the others had finished, and were allowed to change clothing. To prevent a decline, was the mother beside Moppel Anja and motivated them special in this way. Anja the tears ran in streams, but it did not help. How to compensate for this special treatment was continued by the other teachers in the reverse manner. So also from Elke, the three teachers of the children in the elite unit, the we were at our school (since we were there prepared for life on the right, tough high school), always reiterated that they would do it. In contrast to the pitiful remainder of course. She stood before the board and if our stupidity again took too monstrous forms, she showed with her fat sausage fingers on each child's head to make her case: You will fail and no later than two weeks there are sitting here in this stupid school. If I did not know better, I would think, my memory had played me a trick and unduly exaggerated.