a farce from the youth On my last day I appeared in cut-off trousers, white shirt and a cap of the NVA. I would like to replace the badge on its front face by a black and red star. But that was not possible as I had no black-red star on hand.
played in school, the girls of the class "good employees". That it is all arranged by each other of the presentation date with the work of our class. (I should probably mention that we were the final year of Design.) Objective of this exercise was to convince the others as competent and adult human himself was. This was done for purposes of your own idea by uncompromising volume prevail. I thought that was good because it meant I could sit back and fold their arms behind his head.
One of the main activists in the "field of competence" S. was your strategy to implement their vision of the state was to look very hard, and thus contribute to their well-thought-tuen. To recognize this fact was how much she strained the eyebrows brought to pinch together.
S. was to bring it to the point in all that she did very well. In most subjects, first, of course, best of the year and a whole series of extremely rewarding extracurricular activities. Half of my "100 things I want to tuen before I get 100" list they had done during an autumn walk. The other half was illegal. Additionally, she was also a smart, nice girl with whom one could talk. She was like her excessive good grades with social competence.
Now we brought outside the state, tied together several tables and an umbrella ... and got free beer! On this occasion I gave a talk about that tie probably the most useful, practical and progressive instrument of his which had invented by mankind. And I played with just such a bag.
Well. Our spectacular Farewell party was largely unspectacular, and I am the best we could before all the social functions a final student has so expressed. The past is worth mentioning again until the moment when it began to rain. After all their work had saved, we formed a powerful team. My wonderful friend A., S., n 'dude above, I and the son of the teacher C. Our task was as simple as a priority. Our goal was crucial: the total rescue of the school desks from water damage of all time! Only our Bewegründe differed. In short: 2x boredom, peer pressure and 2x 1x absolute will to competence
... And as we evacuated the school yard and had lifted all the tables and a drum set through the ground-level window in the bottom floor. And while I'm still thinking about it now if my wet transparent shirt now more or less is advantageous to me P. was suddenly something under his nose. "This is a plug." It was the dripping bag of Kebelbindern I had almost forgotten. That moment was probably one of my most memorable experience that I could.
And that was it. That is how the story has helped me the best of the year at the mouth.
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. And even if the non-story like .. I found it ... cool! And I'll read it again now .. SO! 
