is not the calculation that matters, but only the speed.
Great, if I had left my paper blank after the first five minutes at work, I would have to get an A according to your theory, right?
It would be worth a try ...

But now back to Ms. B. She is busy reading a report to us. I don't get much of it because I am busy solving a Sudoko puzzle that is printed on the inside of the cover sheet of my block. Since there have been such blocks, we are no longer so loud in class, which Ms. B is very happy about.Most of us are so fixated on playing Sudoku during this hour that we wouldn't even notice if Ms. B undresses in front of us.
The next time the doorbell rings, Ms. B slurps unmotivated from the class. She has long since given up on getting us excited about her subject.
A classmate of mine recently said that Ms. B already looked like someone at risk of suicide.
I almost feel sorry for her. But only almost ...

The break is the greatest gift of all for my class. Without them, some of us would probably jump out the window. Our classroom is on the ground floor, but you could at least get a scratch on the hedge that grows cheerfully next to the window.
My clique is playing cards again. We're addicted to cards. The absolute trend right now is "asshole".
That shouldn't be an insult. That’s the name of the game. Strangely enough, all of our card games have the name of a body opening or a swear word.The next hour will be particularly exciting again (sarcasm).
A trainee lawyer is coming. This is the species that has an unfathomable desire to become a teacher. But I shouldn't be too full of my mouth. After all, I don't know why I'm still going to school.

On some miraculous days it does happen that we have a really good trainee lawyer in front of us, but the current model here, Mr C, is clearly not one of them.
His voice is squeaky. Streams of sweat flow on his forehead. His mouth is dry with nervousness and his eyes look around uncertainly.
The topic he picked out for us in today's economics (economics) lesson gushes out of his mouth as if he had learned everything by heart, but basically has no idea what he is talking about.
Our real economics teacher Ms. D, who is one of the few good guys in this school, is completely different. While the trainee is desperately struggling to elicit some answers to his textbook questions, my and wife D's gaze meet briefly.As if through thought transfer, she seems to want to tell me that she does not find the young boy suitable either.

"What distinguishes the free market economy?"
Nobody answers.
"Come on! You know that!"
A cough echoes from the back rows of seats.
"Well, nobody knows?"
N / A? Haven't you noticed that we haven't listened to you for twenty minutes?
"Okay, maybe that's too hard. What are the characteristics of the planned economy?"
Somewhere a two-strength pencil falls on the floor.
"Where does the planned economy occur?"
Someone sharpened his crayon only to continue his "painting by numbers" shortly afterwards.
A disappointed sigh emerges from the trainee's throat.
The sign for Mrs. D to finish the lesson.


The next lesson is ÜFA, which means something like practice firm, but basically has nothing to do with it. At the beginning of my school career at this source of wisdom called school, I was hooked for not being taken into the rule form.We were praised in high tones by the headmistress (who I hate to die because she has a character like Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter), what a wonderful and modern subject ÜFA is and that all companies have their claws after students lick who attended this class.
It may be that in some schools these lessons are really good, but for us it was an absolute disappointment!
When I was completely over-motivated (and a bit naive) when I went into the classroom for ÜFA, my heart sank into the swimming pool in the basement when I looked at this supposedly modern work of learning technology.
Basically, the room was not at all different from the computer rooms in completely different normal schools, but my teacher Mr. E said that there are some huge differences!
And now guess what these serious and all-important differences are?
The simple fact that we are using a program called Navision, which not even our ÜFA teacher knows how to use, as Microsoft has adopted it since last year.It is well known how complicated the programs of good Bill Gates are.
And then there is the most important difference!
Hold on tight! You will be amazed!
We have a real adjoining room in which we can put our documents in folders. Wow! I mean ... you have to come up with something like that first!
Store a separate room for the folder! That leading companies have not yet come up with this highly ingenious idea?
And I, little Gisela, have the honor of having such an ingenious system at my school.
No wonder that Germany has gone down the drain for so long. But I am extremely confident that this will be the expected boost to our economy! Economic revolution!
One time thing!
Absolute progress!
It has never been like this ...
Rooms for storing documents !!! Wow ... I am thrilled!

(Attention! Please note that the last section is full of sarcasm! Thanks for your attention. Announcement end.)The best thing about ÜFA is not just this ingenious and hyper-practical side room, but the fact that we have it for four hours at a time and that on a Monday afternoon.
Awesome thing, isn't it?
The heart leaps faster for joy ...
Not to forget that Mr. E is an absolutely overqualified teacher!
He spends most of his time flipping through the Microsoft Navision Beginner's Guide explaining to the students what mistakes they made. Most of the time he finds the fault, but more often than not he doesn't find it either! I'm really happy to have such a teacher by my side.
By the way ... ÜFA is a written examination subject.
Great, is it not?

During the break, Mr E mysteriously disappears faster than the students and usually only comes to class fifteen minutes after the last gong. Because of this, evil tongues in my class say he has one or two affairs, which I do not share at all!Why don't I do that?
For the simple reason that every time he comes back he smells like sauerkraut or garlic. His only lover is probably Mrs Döner Max with a home delivery service at Hauptstrasse 33.
The good thing about the time when Mr. E is absent is that me and my clique can play cards together again. Other people prefer to spend their time on the Internet and a person named Gisela could use the break to continue writing on their fan fiction, which they don't do anyway. A round of "asshole" is just too tempting and I'll be home at around 6:15 pm anyway.

But if the cards are forgotten it will be really disgusting!
Then we spend the time sitting side by side in silence. Talking about one or the other gossip or with whom one or the other from our class slept. However, if the news has already been told, there is another silence.It is during these minutes that the ideas for my fanfictions come to me. It's like sitting in the toilet, only much more efficient because you can watch your classmates.
Some spend the teacher's absence on the toilet and others go a smoke. Yes, yes ... ÜFA is an extremely progressive subject.


Last act ...
The last few minutes just drag on. At the last hour, Mr E is always there on time. He is currently showing us on the projector how to create an order in Navision. Since he presented us with a bunch of scripts at the beginning of the school year that we all had to crunch through, we know more than our teacher once again.
The last mosquito flies around in the class that has not yet been destroyed by the winter cold. If she is lucky, someone in the class will open a drawer where there is still a roll in front of him. Bon appetit, little Summi!

I, Gisela, spend my time looking at the PC's clock.If you wait for class to end, a minute is an eternity!
In the back of my mind I hear Mr. E's apathetic talk and think again about why I am sitting here in the first place.
I wanted the advanced technical college entrance qualification. That much has always been clear to me. Right from the start, my parents told me that I could and definitely will take advantage of it in my later professional life!
As a student you always see it differently. You think of the hours you sit in the room and how you could have used them more effectively.
My gaze wanders, bored, to Mr. E.
He looks stressed and pukes terribly that no one is listening anymore while he struggles up there and talks his mouth fluffy.
Nobody listens anymore. Nobody follows the class. Many gamble on the internet that he forgot to lock.
I see the droplets of sweat on his face and the almost sad expression that nobody knows how to appreciate his efforts.In the last ÜFA lesson, some students even snapped at him because he was not doing his lessons well.

And suddenly I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for Mr. E!
Me of all people! The person who is probably the most self-centered! And why?
Because he's actually not a bad guy. He tries to bring the material to us students within a poplily school year and with a Microsoft program that is as tangled as a maze!
The result is that some students are hanging in their chairs like a drop in the curve, with a zero-minded attitude that you won't find anywhere else in the world!
I have to think of the other teachers today. Especially to the trainee lawyer who, fresh from university, gets such a rough blow against his dreams and was thrown like a steak into a pack of fully unmotivated students. Suddenly I feel sorry for him too.
Suddenly I feel sorry for all teachers! Even Ms. A who can at least at least be able to help the fact that I go to school with the same zero-minded attitude as my classmates and that is why it is my own fault that I cannot go with them!As a