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Chapter 1: encounter with a stranger


We had art in the first hour. The representation plan had not yet been posted and it was therefore not clear whether there would be another disaster or not. So we waited with bags and bags for the quirky teacher Mr. Rösch. He was our art teacher and the specialist in these matters. With his short stubbly hair, the painter's smock, the glasses and the bacon pillows on his neck, his grim look came through even more creepy.


Most of the students ran wildly through the school aisles on the inner balcony. The auditorium was on the lower floor. The balconies were aligned so that one could see the auditorium directly from all sides. A large golden unicorn, which the students had made and hung up during the project week, hung from the ceiling of the auditorium.


We stood like that for about 10 minutes without Teacher coming. I leaned over the edge of the inner balcony and noticed a teacher who had only recently been to our school.He first walked through the auditorium and then up the stairs into our corridor. When he arrived at our place he nodded briefly and then began to speak: "Are you the 5a ...?" He paused for a moment and waited for our answer. Some nodded. "Well then I am your substitute ... I only read it on the substitution plan now!", The teacher tried to establish a conversation.


He ran near our classroom and waved to us. We had art for 2 hours. I didn't want to think about which teacher we would have in the next lesson. The classroom was a room with large windows on the left. The curtains on the windows were made of yellow fabric and were rather old because they looked rather tattered. I sat in the very back center. Alone. This year I didn't get along very well with my classmates. The teacher was wearing a flowered Hawaiian shirt with see-through buttons. That improved the situation only moderately. "Well ... good morning first of all ... I'm Mr. Big and I'm new here ... I teach math and German ... uh, what would you have had now?" tries to say Herr Groß.In order not to look stupid, he tried to smile, but now he looked even crazier than before. A couple of boys wanted to play the still shy emptiness ... uh ... sorry, I meant teacher ... play a prank and of course they all shouted: "Free period!" "That went on until Mr. Gross shouted:" Quiet, we're doing math and if you're listening quietly, we'll take the last 15-minute break! "Everyone was immediately silent. A suspicious smile crossed his face. I could think about as much as I wanted, but I couldn't figure out what he was up to. At the end of the lesson everyone was allowed to do what they wanted, but when the door to the classroom suddenly opened, everyone was as quiet as a mouse. I could hardly believe it because the face of the teacher who was supposed to fail looked me right in the eye. It was Mr. Rösch. He twitched the corner of his mouth, I flinched (an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth).I slowly climbed off the table. Then he came up to me. When he was standing right in front of me, Mr. Rösch leaned down to me. He whispered softly in my ear: "Do you remember what happened last year ...?" The blood froze in my veins. At that moment the fire alarm bell began to ring. Mr. Rösch raised his arm and pointed to the door: "Put everyone in a row!" It was almost louder than the alarm bell. A flash of thought flashed through me. Mr. Rösch's trick was so simple, the new teacher was the distraction from the impending fire alarm. But it was unclear why he wanted to avoid class.


After the fire alarm everyone was excited. School assignment was just around the corner and in English. This subject was my problem subject this year. After the first few lessons, I felt dizzy. Today I can no longer understand why it was so difficult for me back then.


I sat in the second row in the school's bike room.It was called the bike room because the bikes used to be parked here, but due to the lack of classrooms, it was converted. We should take an English test today. Our English teacher was also our class leader at the same time. His name was Dr. Karl Gotthard, or as some used to say, Dr. Karlo Gottschalk. He had black, thin hair and was half bald. He was a very nice teacher and did almost anything to please us except skip a test. He was just writing the head of the dictation on the board: "Well, when you're done, then ... with writing the head, I mean ... then you wait until everyone is ready!"


When the dictation had been written and we were supposed to get the sheets for the grammatical part, Mr. Gotthard suddenly paused and smiled convulsively. Everyone looked at him angrily. The sweat ran down his high forehead. Now he said softly: "Forget ... hey, hey!" The class sank into wild cheers.

A new appointment was made three weeks later. As he distributed the pieces of paper, he gave each student advice on what to look out for. After I had written my name, I took a minute to breathe before I went on to the tasks.


Translate the sentences into English:


Timmy is sitting on the potty. Timmy is sitting on the potty.


Mr. Timmy and Mrs. Pearson are Kevin's parents. Mr Timmy and Mrs Pearson are Kevin's parents.


After the test, everyone talked about who would have an A. Florian wasn't the best in English, but said he would have done well: "There's just one mistake with the translations!"


The next day I woke up with a headache, I felt like the test hadn't gone smoothly.I ate my breakfast with difficulty. And then went to school. The way to school felt like an eternity to me. I felt sick on the bus. Then I heard a voice that sounded strangely blurry: "Florian Türk ... 1 ...!" (It's just a dream (daydream) one day later in the English lesson) Now everything became clearer again. I had to rub my eyes and yawn. The apprentice sat at his desk and had yesterday's tests with him. (No longer a dream) "The grade point average is great, 2.3."


Everyone cried out enthusiastically. "The test was so good that I'll read the names and grade out loud,


Steffan Karlein ... 2 ..., Monika Urban ... 2 ..., Thomas Endres ... 2 ..., Andreas German ... 3 ..., Bernd Wanke ... 2 ..., FLORIAN TÜRK, AS THE ONLY ... 1 ...! "What, Florian had a 1?" Benedikt Behnke, unfortunately not that good ... 6 .., Lisa Endres ... 2 ... "What came after that didn't interest me. That I got a 1 ... uh me mine of course ... had 6 wasn't the bad thing, only that Florian had a 1 annoyed me.Dr. Gotthard had marked my Mr. Timmy red for me: Mr. Timmy and .... although he had also written Mr. Timmy in the German sentence. That was a misprint on his part. But that didn't change the bad grade. But now I knew that Florian had it right because he had a mistake (I did the translation ...). Those were the words, Mr Timmy, he crossed that out in the German sentence and put in Mr Pearson. A few minutes until you receive your certificate.


There was silence in the classroom. Everyone waited eagerly for their testimony. Our class leader came in with great strides (I am just realizing that I have chosen the wrong experience (Hopefully it will be something clever.).). He distributed the testimonies (Teacher). On the edge it said:


Student's testimony: Benedikt Behnke 5a


2000-2001

Math: 4 German: 2 Art: 1 Biology: 3 English: 5


Geography: 5 N.u. T: 3 Religion: 4 Sport: 3 Music: 2




Must repeat grade


(I thought to myself that I would give the real grades, if I had given 6,6,6,6,6,6,6,6,6, it would be implausible!) After that day everything was spoiled, me didn't think that something like that would ever happen against it. (Maybe I should change the heading to "What Benedikt Behnke is doing wrong"!)


The whole thing was a pre-arranged game, a conspiracy of the teachers against me. (Everything is true, except for the names of the students ... sniffed ...!) My mother already knew what was going on, she had received a letter from the school. She said she had a stomachache when she got the letter. (It all happened last year!) My dad just laughed and said, "Neh, right?"Probably that was his way of dealing with the problem. (How long do I have to write until I get this page full?) This new teacher has not shown up yet. Must be due to the many defective technical devices. (Was only a Joke!) Dr. Gotthard was the only teacher who sympathized. Even if he sometimes played crazy. By that I mean that he often wants to clarify his words with superfluous hand movements and often composes a funny sentence in English. Just a very funny teacher. (Ah, that's the end of it down there!) I thought about this for a long time. I should have tried harder. The worst teachers and the worst situations are not shown here. A teacher, for example, very often made me white-hot , it was a teacher who didn't understand anything, shall we say, more demanding jokes. (No joke!) I loved the sports teacher, of course not really, but his sh Wonderful tales about deaths while swimming could really scare you.Our bio teacher always said that she would hate it if someone from the group didn't get recognition, unfortunately that didn't do much good. (I'm unlucky!)


Thanks to my help, the one who was previously the outsider was no longer unsolicited, now I was outside and he was inside. (The brackets are meant as a personal feature, I would never do that in a novel!) The first few days in 5b were a bit strange, lots of new faces. I knew some of them from the village, the rest came from the neighboring village. But most of the girls came from far away (22 km approx.). Now it was time to make contacts. The new classroom was only one room further than last year's. Those from my village (Benn Wüst, Sebastian Illig and Nikolas Menninger) had climbed through the large window onto the roof and