Foreign Stuff
Fremdes Zeug After quite a number of years, I accomplished something. I managed to get myself a teacher ID card. For the first time. (Yes, I never remembered to put in an application for one in previous years, but this year I did!) Not that we actually really need this card. But if anything, I thought, it might be able to add a little happiness to my life. So, I proudly presented my ID card at the lunch table. But my joy about such a feat was soon dampened when my colleagues kindly pointed out that my card was different from those colleagues who’d gotten their ID cards in previous years. Whereas their cards would give them a reason to be amused each time they’d look at it, mine was simply plain and boring. Why? Because where it simply says “foreign staff” on my card, on theirs it said “foreign stuff”. Bummer, that I can’t be stuff here at school like they are! Nach einer Reihe von Jahren habe ich endlich ein Ziel erreicht. …