early monday
So I got up really early this morning, because I wanted to get to school in time to print some stuff out and make copies before the class I was supposed to teach at 8:00. When I left my apartment it was still dark, and really cold, and I was thinking how much easier the early hours are to get through in the summer. Several times on the way to school, I checked the clocks I could see from the windows of the U-bahn when we pulled into a station, to make sure I was still going to have enough time.
The streets were still mostly empty when I got off the U-bahn, which I found a little strange, since it was just past 7:30 am. Even stranger was that the school was still locked up. I'm thinking, either the teachers here prepare way in advance and just breeze in at 7:55 and start teaching, or nobody bothers to prepare anything for Monday mornings. Maybe I'm cutting it too short, trying to make copies and stuff right before class in the morning. But I didn't have any chance to do it over the weekend.
The Hausmeister (sort of like the janitor) showed up to unlock the doors and asked me, rather astonishedly, what I was doing there so early. I said I had to teach and wanted to make copies, etc etc. I must have looked tireder than I felt, cause he made some comment about how it was awfully early for me to have had to get up. They kinda baby me and only make me come to school at 8 am one day a week, even though I am perfectly capable of getting up in the morning and functioning like an adult. But the Hausmeister is really nice to me. He wears glasses and smiles a lot, and the first day when I couldn't figure out how to get back out of the school once I'd got in (at the end of the day when he starts locking the front doors), he took me by the hand and showed me. And he's really cute when he tries to speak English to me.
Anyway. I finally went up to the teachers' room--still the only person in the school--and turned on the dinosaur of a computer, hoping it was connected to the Internet. It was, and the first thing that popped up was a little message box. Wanted to let you know, it said, that your computer was switched over to Daylight Savings Time since you last turned it on.
What?
Oh.
Now it all makes sense. Ha.
I had plenty of time to do my printouts and copies.
The streets were still mostly empty when I got off the U-bahn, which I found a little strange, since it was just past 7:30 am. Even stranger was that the school was still locked up. I'm thinking, either the teachers here prepare way in advance and just breeze in at 7:55 and start teaching, or nobody bothers to prepare anything for Monday mornings. Maybe I'm cutting it too short, trying to make copies and stuff right before class in the morning. But I didn't have any chance to do it over the weekend.
The Hausmeister (sort of like the janitor) showed up to unlock the doors and asked me, rather astonishedly, what I was doing there so early. I said I had to teach and wanted to make copies, etc etc. I must have looked tireder than I felt, cause he made some comment about how it was awfully early for me to have had to get up. They kinda baby me and only make me come to school at 8 am one day a week, even though I am perfectly capable of getting up in the morning and functioning like an adult. But the Hausmeister is really nice to me. He wears glasses and smiles a lot, and the first day when I couldn't figure out how to get back out of the school once I'd got in (at the end of the day when he starts locking the front doors), he took me by the hand and showed me. And he's really cute when he tries to speak English to me.
Anyway. I finally went up to the teachers' room--still the only person in the school--and turned on the dinosaur of a computer, hoping it was connected to the Internet. It was, and the first thing that popped up was a little message box. Wanted to let you know, it said, that your computer was switched over to Daylight Savings Time since you last turned it on.
What?
Oh.
Now it all makes sense. Ha.
I had plenty of time to do my printouts and copies.
