I'm (f) 33 years old and work as a German and History teacher in a grammar school in Germany, which, named after a famous German writer, specializes in different languages. Sounds great, but it actually means nothing. The school is hardly different from any other, apart from maybe the technology facilities. In every unassuming room hangs a Smart board, which many of my older colleagues can't get to grips with. The boards can't be used without the technology, so if the technology fails, the teaching is pure improvisation. What's the use in all this apparently helpful technology and the Net books for IT classes? This school is in a sink estate. I have nothing against foreign pupils or students from poorer backgrounds, but even the younger years take a dim view of learning. Nobody wants to do homework, study, or even just listen, let alone take part. The higher up the school you go, the percentage of students who have to repeat a year increases. I have to answer questions like "what does reinforce mean?" coming from 16 year-olds. Recently, a girl in year 8 asked if Europe was a continent!
I am driven to despair by my job. The parents shift the blame onto the teachers for bad grades, the teachers lose their drive, and each year, the students get more and more stupid. They know how to use the Smart board, but they have no idea whether the Weimar Republic (which was a liberal democratic republic in Germany) was a dictatorship or not. Once, I was so pissed off, that I threw a piece of cucumber at a pupil. I was extremely embarrassed, but it was generally assumed that I was joking. I just can't see why I should waste my time preparing an interesting, varied lesson for a bunch of primitive apes that aren't capable of concentrating for more than five seconds. So this is what I have done, although it upsets me, because I didn't study for years to do this: I have intentionally become every pupil's nightmare. I give out homework every day; I force the children to stand up when I come into the classroom. As soon as anyone speaks out of turn, that pupil goes straight outside and gets a "D" whoever hasn't finished their essay or presentation gets a letter to their parents. I know that instilling fear isn't the best way to teach, but lately it has been wonderfully quiet. I carefully read finished homework without getting into a fuss. I think I'll carry on torturing the pupils a while longer, and when they have internalized their good behavior, I will be a bit more lenient. When I was at school, I liked those teachers most, and I learnt best from them.
I was raised in a religious family, since I was forced to go I grow up hating the church, now I'm an atheist. Now my life took the turning point and I'm doing things I never would have since now I feel free and unafraid, like lying, and pleasuring myself, Haha at the age 15 and and I'm going crazy.
whenever I drive around town, and see a cop I start to get uncomfortable, and slightly get paranoid. I should relax and shouldn't give a damn, but I easily get irritated if someone tailgates to close. It ticks me off, and maybe should relax. I think too much about the past, the future and get excited to easily that I lose track of reality which I think the only way I could change is by starting to be focused, and motivated though God.
Since my father won the lottery a few years ago (and he always had plenty of money as a lawyer), my sister (29) and I (25) receive €2,500 a month from him. He told us that we never have to work again if we don't want to. We'll receive the money either way. Even if he dies, everything goes to us. He invested the money so that the original winnings will never be touched and we can easily live from the interest. I'm the happiest person in the world and I will never have to work again, but that makes me feel guilty. I've enjoyed my life for years and still do today and my character hasn't changed much. Money begets money. If other poorer people win the lottery, they usually have less money than before afterwards. They donâ€™t know how to make their money grow. Despite this, I find it unfair that the poor become poorer while the rich get richer. Since I know this now, I donate €1,000 every month to the city board and to a soup kitchen. This is how I calm my conscience and I can still live well. If he should die, I would give half of my inherited winnings and start a foundation to work on projects in West Germany. There's plenty to do here.
Recently I got out of prison for unpaid fines. I live in Mexico, but I'm from New York. While I was in the Mexican prison, someone looked me in the eye and said "Jesus loves you". I replied "I love Jesus, too". A few hours later it was shower time, and I was scared to say at the least. A large Mexican man standing at about 6.5ft tall approached me and said "I love you". I didn't want to anger the man, but telling another man I loved him was a sin, so I said "I love you, Jesus". The man grabbed my by the hair and pushed my head onto the shower floor. He pushed his body against mine, and I could feel his pulsing erection against my backside. Slowly, but painfully he inserted his penis into me. It was the most painful experience of my life. Once he was done, semen dripped from my backside. He looked into my eyes and smiled. When we were back in our cells, my cell mate turned to me and laughed. I was still in tears from the experience. That's when he told me the man I had encountered in the showers was named Jesus Rivera. Was it my fault that this happened? I still feel bad about having sex with a man, even if it wasn't by choice.