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This week simply wasn't going well ... fighting with friends, dental problems, worrying about money, stressing about not getting enough [academic] work done, etc ...
Then yesterday we were told that we have to do presentations Thursday for German class. These ones are actually in English, about a German subject, just to strengthen our cultural knowledge (since that's part of every language class). I offered to do a presentation on Goethe's Die Leiden des Jungen Werthers, because one of our teachers had been trying to tell the students how great it is before and didn't do so well with that. For a little bit yesterday afternoon I was sort of sulking around, bitching to myself about having more work to do. Then it dawned on me. What the fuck was I sulking about? Because I had to talk to a class for five minutes about one of the best books in the history of literature? All of the sudden, my week turned around. I was dancing around my apartment and calling my dad to discuss teaching strategies for my tiny presentation. It's just such moments that reassure me that I am doing the right thing with my life. Dull week + Goethe = good week.
For the presentation at the end of the course, which will be in German, I'm going to present on Gottfried von Strassburg's Tristan. That should definitely be interesting.
So even though we have too much due tomorrow, I'm in a good mood. I could almost do this presentation with no preparation at all ... so anything else is just extra, in my mind.
Now if only this annoying reoccurring dream would stop.
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Then yesterday we were told that we have to do presentations Thursday for German class. These ones are actually in English, about a German subject, just to strengthen our cultural knowledge (since that's part of every language class). I offered to do a presentation on Goethe's Die Leiden des Jungen Werthers, because one of our teachers had been trying to tell the students how great it is before and didn't do so well with that. For a little bit yesterday afternoon I was sort of sulking around, bitching to myself about having more work to do. Then it dawned on me. What the fuck was I sulking about? Because I had to talk to a class for five minutes about one of the best books in the history of literature? All of the sudden, my week turned around. I was dancing around my apartment and calling my dad to discuss teaching strategies for my tiny presentation. It's just such moments that reassure me that I am doing the right thing with my life. Dull week + Goethe = good week.
For the presentation at the end of the course, which will be in German, I'm going to present on Gottfried von Strassburg's Tristan. That should definitely be interesting.
So even though we have too much due tomorrow, I'm in a good mood. I could almost do this presentation with no preparation at all ... so anything else is just extra, in my mind.
Now if only this annoying reoccurring dream would stop.
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