GERMANY
I get the feeling that now the initial euphoria of "fackin' hell, I live in Germany now" has worn off, there may be sadly a little less to report on without repeating myself. Not to say that funny and interesting stuff will now cease to happen, it just feels like these times will be a little fewer. Theres nothing I can really yammer over, no real development with school. One would certainly wonder where so much of the current content has come from.
As far as strong veins of blogging ore are concerned, Neuerburg isn't really a fertile ground to be mined.
I suppose that one of the main issues is that as time drags on, expectations tend to grow on this end and the entries that I eventually end up posting seem to lose that subtle light of spontaneity that I enjoy; rather, they lose that sense of musing upon a subject that I try and cultivate.
Maybe the poison element is just inactivity.
Beyond this though, I really do find it hard to envision where the next post will come from. Having got back from France and Holland and back into the fray, I know I'll rarely have the opportunity to just do "chill out" activities anymore, or at least in a capacity that I find to be something really wicked and interesting. This isn't me being a boring sod. I like hanging out with Maria and watching films and whatnot, but I reckon I often forget that my other flatmates are real people with real jobs, and their time probably is better spent looking at their planning, rather than a half empty pint glass.
There was a time when the idea of group activity didn't mean standing before a class of unmotivated 12 year olds, willing myself to somehow blag the rules of English grammar or trying to convince them that teaching can actually be really damn difficult as a result; times in Leeds where something could energise us as a group and lead to brilliant, ridiculous conversations that we'd bring up and laugh about a month later.
I understand that working in Germany has made time management more of a crucial consideration and have constricted what I now perceive as "worth it" to a list of maybe 5 repetitive tasks. I'm just not sure whether narrowing it down like this is always correct, seeing as, in comparison to many other people, I have all the time in the world.
Enough serious musing.
I GOT PAID.
Yep, I'm the proud owner of €800 euros, which meant, naturally, that the last carton of chocomel in Rewe, which has been tempting me all week with its threat of suddenly disappearing, is now mine. The banks also found its way back into my good books as well; if you're not aware, I shot myself in the foot by entering the wrong PIN too many times on my German card, leading to recent money shortages. I was expecting something along the lines of "we'll order a new card, it'll be with you in 10 to 15 days".
To which I would scathingly reply, "And how many weeks do you mean by '10 to 15 days'?"
Then I remembered I didn't live in a country where you need a CRB check and a national identity card before you can leave your house, and was in Germany, where shit gets done. Literally, they typed the card details into a computer, pressed a button, and it was done. 20 seconds, usable immediately. Well chuffed.
And on the 'Max as freelance artist' front, It seems that they want to use some of my sketches on the school christmas card. I don't know who it gets sent to, I think its kids/parents/friends of the school. Whoever sees it, ist mir scheissegal. I'm going vaguely public, and it feels good.
I get the feeling that now the initial euphoria of "fackin' hell, I live in Germany now" has worn off, there may be sadly a little less to report on without repeating myself. Not to say that funny and interesting stuff will now cease to happen, it just feels like these times will be a little fewer. Theres nothing I can really yammer over, no real development with school. One would certainly wonder where so much of the current content has come from.
As far as strong veins of blogging ore are concerned, Neuerburg isn't really a fertile ground to be mined.
I suppose that one of the main issues is that as time drags on, expectations tend to grow on this end and the entries that I eventually end up posting seem to lose that subtle light of spontaneity that I enjoy; rather, they lose that sense of musing upon a subject that I try and cultivate.
Maybe the poison element is just inactivity.
Beyond this though, I really do find it hard to envision where the next post will come from. Having got back from France and Holland and back into the fray, I know I'll rarely have the opportunity to just do "chill out" activities anymore, or at least in a capacity that I find to be something really wicked and interesting. This isn't me being a boring sod. I like hanging out with Maria and watching films and whatnot, but I reckon I often forget that my other flatmates are real people with real jobs, and their time probably is better spent looking at their planning, rather than a half empty pint glass.
There was a time when the idea of group activity didn't mean standing before a class of unmotivated 12 year olds, willing myself to somehow blag the rules of English grammar or trying to convince them that teaching can actually be really damn difficult as a result; times in Leeds where something could energise us as a group and lead to brilliant, ridiculous conversations that we'd bring up and laugh about a month later.
I understand that working in Germany has made time management more of a crucial consideration and have constricted what I now perceive as "worth it" to a list of maybe 5 repetitive tasks. I'm just not sure whether narrowing it down like this is always correct, seeing as, in comparison to many other people, I have all the time in the world.
Enough serious musing.
I GOT PAID.
Yep, I'm the proud owner of €800 euros, which meant, naturally, that the last carton of chocomel in Rewe, which has been tempting me all week with its threat of suddenly disappearing, is now mine. The banks also found its way back into my good books as well; if you're not aware, I shot myself in the foot by entering the wrong PIN too many times on my German card, leading to recent money shortages. I was expecting something along the lines of "we'll order a new card, it'll be with you in 10 to 15 days".
To which I would scathingly reply, "And how many weeks do you mean by '10 to 15 days'?"
Then I remembered I didn't live in a country where you need a CRB check and a national identity card before you can leave your house, and was in Germany, where shit gets done. Literally, they typed the card details into a computer, pressed a button, and it was done. 20 seconds, usable immediately. Well chuffed.
And on the 'Max as freelance artist' front, It seems that they want to use some of my sketches on the school christmas card. I don't know who it gets sent to, I think its kids/parents/friends of the school. Whoever sees it, ist mir scheissegal. I'm going vaguely public, and it feels good.
