heat, dry, windless heat, it's just not for me. I am a Northern man, I love storms, rain and cold. The weather here is to create, to stop my thought processes and make me unable to move. Even sleep is exhausting, without a thick blanket on me I can not sleep, but with this it is too warm, too warm. Someone save me!
While we're in English: I quite accidentally found on my favorite site for fanfiction writer in the profiles of a link to another page with very new fanfictions: http://www.dramione.org. I'm pretty excited about this site, partly because she has a beautiful layout (at least the style I chose, I like it very much, but others are also nice), but mainly because the fanfictions there a completely different claim have. The stories all have only Hermione Granger / Draco Malfoy as the main couple, they are all (the page just by Americans) in English and what I like most: Every single story is corrected for spelling and grammar before the administrators published. I had started before, translating into my old fanfiction Englicshe and have the now continuing. The first chapter online and directly to my weakness I have noticed: The list of corrections sent me my beta, consisted mainly of punctuation in direct speech. So I let me send you a page of which responds to the usual rules of English grammar and explained. I do not understand why you have been taught in school never commas, I believe I even remember that some teachers said the use of commas in English have no fixed rules, we should do it by feel. But at least for direct speech, there are obviously very well established rules. Well, you never stop learning. I like it very much that I can improve my English in this way a little. Otherwise offers Side a small amount of wonderful fanfictions, most long-only a few or even a chapter, but others with over 100 I have to think very much of me to spend the whole day in reading. Even this page is new (just half a year old), but the whole structure of her she already exceeding all other fan fiction sites and above all has the feeling to live with the administrators there in a kind of family relationship. A small Shoutbox allows even a kind of chat with other authors. Unlike other fan fiction sites hir is immediately felt on a community, a small circle of people around the world, indulge in the same passion.
On Thursday evening I had, as always, my course "teaching of civic education," the seminar, where we had played through a village founded. That is now completed and we spend time now trying to get to know other methods of political education. This week was the game plan turn, practiced on a simulated example of EU-Council meeting at which concerned the inclusion of Serbia, Turkey and Kosovo. The debate was very heated, especially the representatives of Serbia proved to be a difficult talk to, and my role as Greece, Kosovo does not even recognize as a country was not exactly pleasant. Nevertheless, the game was a lot of fun and ended with a laugh, as the student who has played remarked Serbia, that Kosovo had moved in with him recently - of course in the form of the student, who played in Kosovo.
On the way back to Kosovo and Serbia took place again something which made us laugh: A motorcycle gang roared past us, right in the middle, two quads ... and behind them even a tiny moped. This brought us alone already badly laugh, what makes your a moped in a motorcycle gang? But then we met them again at the next intersection and had to get through the seven or eight vehicles by wind - and we noticed that they were all scooters up to the two quads. The men on it were all with pretty stout Beer belly, had a dirty white muscle shirt on and played like it belongs to me the gas, while they let loose their strong arms. I think we still have minutes later had a laughing fit if the ridiculousness of this vision - adult, fat men who felt their children's scooters incredibly cool ... and the whole thing seriously. This is really ridiculous hardly be surpassed. But one thing you have to leave them: As for the noise they come to real motorcycles actually ran!
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