2008-04-05 Mister Marschall

Bathroom Art!
Remember when you were a kid and used your bedsheets to build a cave? Don't tell me you didn't do that. Everybody did! I did something similar today. With a simple clothesline from Pak'n Save I laid the foundation for my bathroom cave. In the picture you can see it being used for socks (yes, I admit it, I'm washing my dirty laundry in public), but as soon as they're dry I'm going to wash my bedsheets. I'll have the cave-ish-est bathroom in the whole country! People will come from all over the world to see it! I will make millions with the entry fee, not to mention the movie rights!

Note to self: wine + blog = nonsense.

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Do you know this man?
You should! He is partly responsible that I'm blogging the way I do, that I'm in New Zealand now, and that I can talk to my girlfriend. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Mister Marschall, my old English teacher!
From 5th to 10th grade -- that's six years! -- he was my English teacher. From 7th to 10th grade he also taught us Geography, also in English. That was almost twenty years ago (twenty years! oh my gosh!), and he looked a wee big younger then. Not too much, though. Neither did he have more hair nor did the few he has have a different color. But he was a great teacher.
From day one we were not allowed to speak a single German word in class. If we didn't know the English word for something, he made us describe it with the few words we knew. At the time, that was annoying. But he always said that speaking is the best way to learn a language, and of course we couldn't argue with that.
If we forgot to do our homework he made us do it twice for the next day. If we didn't pay attention (chatting, looking out of the window, doing homework for other teachers, ...) he would throw a piece of chalk at us. Not hard, only surprising. And if we annoyed him too much he made us write a test that he usually graded during the same lesson, while we had to do some tasks in quite time.
Ah, good old times...