I've been too lazy today. I have three little presentations to make, yet I've only done half two.
This time the challenge is time constraint. They aren't always happy that I basically teach a chapter from the textbook alone. I could teach this class. My ego is so big, that yes, I could teach these people if I had the time to prepare each time. Being a teacher can't be that hard.
I even remember how my history teacher joked that I'm more reliable than some of his colleagues when it comes to being present and teaching.
Yes, it's my ego. I've been told multiple times that I'd make a good teacher because I can speak eloquently and care for the subjects I talk about.
I'd become a teacher, but fuck, a tram driver or a cashier makes more than one.
>Just imagine Ernst, you'd make such a fine English and History teacher
>Yes mom, and I'd live with you 'till I'm in my fucking 40s. Sounds great!
Anyway, my three themes are:
>The life of Philip II of France
>The Projects of Stephen Széchenyi during the Hungarian Reform Era
>The meaning of names in Crime and Punishment
I feel a general lack of motivation, honestly. I blame Dostoevsky for ruining my inner peace.
You guys ever had this feeling of disharmony inside you after watching/reading something really, really good. And I don't mean just good
, I mean something that shocks you to the core and you have to look for something new to grab onto.
It might be cringe, but I feel the same way after I watched NGE 3 years ago. Now that fucked me up. Who would have thought that it'll be a novel I read for HS that fucks my shit up again?
I think I'm going to read more Nietzsche. That cured me last time. Read the first half of Zarathustra
, get a bit sick and lay in bed, and I should be back on my feet.
I remember well how I was gifted a really rugged paperback of Zarathustra by one of my teachers. Yeah, giving a 16 year old kid Nietzsche is probably a recipe for disaster.
But it was so fucking good. I'm glad I read Nietzsche, even if most people I've talked to about his philosophy called it outright "evil" or "mean". Fucking women, I tell you.
Anyway, I read two funny short stories. I might try translating them into English. One is taking the piss out of Clemenceau for continuing the war (It was written during WW1), and the other is about peaches discussing philosophy while hanging on a tree.
These seem like nice little pet projects to blow off steam.
I also got my first sort of "real" commission. The vice principal asked me to translate a poem into English and/or German to greet the poet that's visiting our school. I should get to work on that too, but I'm a fucking mess, honestly. >>19435>>19429>>19434
We'll see. I'll get the courage to ask her out one day, I'm sure, but that's a lot of preparation.
Last time I asked a girl out I was denied. That was bad.
I think they were girlfriends too, or at least used to be friends.
Honestly, I just don't know what a girl would see in me that'd lead to her falling for me without much action on my part. Seems absurd.