Stressed out

Wäh (don't know how to translate that)...I am tired. A little bit stressed out. But no..I do not complain, because it is my own fault. I could have started earlier with my thesis. And also - who wants to hang around on Pentecost if one can sit at the desk for about 12,28 hours and trying to do something with that large amount of black letters that claim to be something worth reading but aren't? Luckily, I do have the pleasure to repeat this procedure tomorrow and the day after once more. Yeah me! And what is even better is that my PC does funny things. It simply refuses to safe the design of my documents. Sometimes, it changes the design by itself (check marks are converted into dots etc..). Yeah, funny thing, in'it? Magical...
Apart from that there are no news. At the moment, I am watching a series on tV showing people who decided (for whatever reason) to live like 5000 years ago.
Don't ask me, why. On the other hand..I have always wanted to hunt bulls...

As you all know, women can do several things at the same time. Next to watching tv and typing my blog, I listen to Dido's, WHITE FLAG and Dante's Prayer.

Uh, the news....Doping scandal in Germany!!! That's a big issue at the moment as they found a few bikers who used doping prior to the race. And eventually, one after the other bikers confessed to have used doping as well. It seems as if there was no one doping-free, which (if you ask me) at least equals the chances again. Thus, they should not make such a fuss about it.
A doctor's statement turns the whole thing into a farce: "Oh come on -there is no way that a biker can do the Tour de France without doping. Physically that is just not possible!"
Ugh. Embarrassing.
Jan Ulrich seems to be loosing his face in these days, because he refused the doping for years and now his doctor has told the media that he himself gave Ulrich the injection. .... Oh well....

Enough for today.

GOOD NIGHT AND MAY YOU ALL BE BLESSED.

Weird stuff...

secret bunker...don't tell anyone...




Watch out: cows falling!





Here is the smallest website in the world.

However, navigating the site demands great skills ;) ....
I enjoyed the art gallery. The news are a bit hard to read though...

Steamed flies?

Triggered by Eriks topical post in which I found this
"it's not that food in shops [in Europe] is of a better quality (it often isn't)," I want to outline my current does-it-really-matter-do-have-tiny-flies-in-your-tea-bag-as-they-will-be-deadlydead-anyway-once-hot-water-is-being-poured-over-them thoughts.
As always, I buy my fennel seeds at the Indian store, because they are a lot cheaper then the German drugstores or supermarkets.
Today, they had a different brand than ususally, which didn't bother me at all. Same weight, same price, same seeds...that is all I am interested in. However, when I wanted to open the bag at home, I discovered tiny flies inside. Not one, not two...I am bad at guessing, but I would say...."a lot". I wondered what to do - the thought of drinking flie's shit did not really charm me. Neither the thought of swallowing an eye or flie's blood. The situation also reminded me of the incident last year, when I bought sticky rice (unfortunately, I have to mention that this also happened at an Asian market, which is not really of interest here). AFTER having nearly finished my bowl of rice, I discovered a huge amount of ..worms....YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I cannot tell how many there were, but certainly a lot. I did not recognise them, because those in my rice did not really move anymore....
Yeah, well...coming back to my tea: I do not know whether it really matters to soak them..I mean - they won't change the taste, will they? And after all...even in these organic food products they have all kinds of insects. It's nature! And we are animals.
Carnivores. ..
So who cares? (apart from the flies?) That's life, in'it?

Countdown....iiieekkk

Here is the ultimate top ten countdown...

10. 28 minutes until my friend helps me fix the pc-problem

9. 5 days until Germany's next topmodel will be chosen

8. approximately 1 year until I have my own washing machine

7. only 576 more lifes until I become enlightened (if I work hard...)

6. about 15 years until I marry (which shall be Feb. 22, 2022)

5. about 9 months until I leave this flat and hopefully this city.

4. 3 years until I will take my first gap year and travel the world.

3. 6 months until I have my final exam and finally will be a fully fledged teacher.

2. 7 days of school until holidays start (which will be June 21st, but due to pentecost and other holidays, I have only 7 days of school..)

1. One month until I go back to Thailand

F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C.O.

Sign language :)

I like it...

The Meritocracies Paradoxon

Here I am - sitting at my PC after a day of work (or supposed - to - be- work). The deadline for handing in my thesis is coming threatening close.
I should create a concept on some topic related to my lessons. The concept should be transferable so that other teachers can use (STEAL!) it. I feel tempted to sign my thesis with the words "create your own concept, gnahaha!" instead of the common sentence of allowance for others to use mine.
However, it is up to them. They should know that the concepts always SOUND good, but in reality hardly ever work. Unless you are teaching in a class full of saps. And if that was the case....well, then you would not need a teacher's suggestion at all. So, coming back to my point: the papers we type, the suggestions we make...are usually...sorry, for speaking so frankly (and good God - beware that any of my teacher's will ever read my blog)....crap. Bullshit. Not working. Idealistic-Sensefree-Stuff. Non-Recycleable-Paper which is actually the only reason for keeping them in school shelves.
Just to give a very small glimpse of what I am talking about. Today I held one of the lessons that is praised in my thesis and which worked so well in this "highly motivated class with students who are only highly motivated because of my highly motivating material! So if you want to experience the best lessons ever and if you have ever wanted to see your students happy, hard working, bombarding you with questions....Then do.......TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS......[detailed description of lesson given."
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Now I will provide you with two quotes from my students. Beware all teachers: if you want a copy of my thesis and if you belong to those who are happy and trustful enough to believe in others, then do not continue reading.
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Quote number one:
"Could we not just stop this topic?"

Number two:
"Well, this is the worst story I have ever read. I just cannot force myself continuing."

Yeah me. I was good. I really managed to enthrall my students!...

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And the State Examination Office for the First State Examinations for Teaching Professions in Schools (or whatever is it's English name) they will believe me. They are not interested in the truth, that's the thing. They want to live in their dreams thinking that everything works well, that they do not have to improve the teacher's education, because they are doing their job very well.
And me? I get the grade I need and I pretend to be at least average (or above).
Meritocracy sucks. But that's only my opinion.

The reason for my blogs title

Here is one more things that I do in my spare time. This series is hilarious...and actually the reason for my blog's title...

For a fantastic laugh...click..

Who can do it?

Unfortunately, I do not have enough motivation or time to write posts...but here is what I do after a long day of preparing lessons....

I never knew how bad one can be at these things. Try your luck...

Free hugs around the world

Juan Mann - The guy who initiated the campaign



And his followers from....

Melbourne




China



Italy



Korea



Hollywood



Tel Aviv



Jaffa, Israel



Amsterdam



Myong Dong, Korea





Madrid



Argentina



London

Talentfree

Damn it! Bloody test.
I am approaching my 29th birthday. Thus, I am a physically and mentally mellowed person. I can count up to 113 (since I have been in Laos, I can even cope with numbers exceeding the million), I can tie my shoestrings (oops, actually my boots have zippers and my sandals do not have...well..nevermind), I can think on a concrete operational stage (how would my bookshelf look like, if I placed another Shakespeare, Rembrandt, Goethe in there...) and all in all I do not want to be told that I haven't reached the stage of formal thinking.
Yeah, I know I did not get the result.
I appreciate the way you explained that not getting the result does not necessarily mean that one is stupid or anything accordingly. It just means that Jean Piaget's tests were pretty much focused on people who like mathematics. And you also try to tell me that the reason for failing might be the lack of realistic context in this test. You claim that I would be able to solve problems requiring formal thinking if only they are embedded in a natural context. That's why you provide the loser's (called "ME" in this case) with a second chance.

But then.......you give the ME this stupid test on 4 envelopes: "how many envelopes do you have to turn around to find out whether the hypothesis.......".

Pardon me? You are asking how many of these I have to turn around to find out whether they are attached with a stamp? Goodness gracious me, how do I know? We are living in the age of email and internet - who would be so stupid to buy even one stamp nowadays? That's a waste of time and money. Therefore, I boykott the answer.

And now? Now, you do not really now what to say...there is no excuse. You try to find your way around saying "well..even though 81 percent of all people managed to cope with this task this does not mean....yeah, well...well...one can draw the conclusion that formal thinking has to be connected to prior experience of the person. And it is not determined by age. At least not only. Well, yeah, this contradicts Piaget's thesis and actually we wanted to support it with our tests...yeah, well...but still....do not believe that you are a talentfree person, no matter how many failures you had. You are certainly a formal thinker, it is just....yeah, well....Anyway...nevermind. Just forget about everything you have done in the last 20 Minutes. Go to bed. Take a rest. Enjoy life! That's the only important thing! Become a free thinkers...
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And now leave this page, please and never ever visit us again! It was a pleasure to have you as our test person. Farewell..."

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Here, the story ends. And the nearly 29-year-old non-formal thinking and talentfree-person-in-nearly-everything will now withdraw to her bed-chamber.

CARPE NOCTEM.