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Ok, I love school. Or so I thought. I love to learn. I love books. I love challenges. There should be plenty of knowledge and perhaps even wisdom in a school, right? Sadly, it doesn‘t seem this way. After only four lessons, my hope is already sinking. I already feel like that kid, that knows everything, asks for more work, eager to do homework - nobody likes that kid. Hell, I don‘t like that kid. But, alas, I am that kid. And it‘s not my fault.

So, I’m at kind of a business school. And since we all - we’re 32 more or less young adults - want to get our degree in two instead of three years, every teacher tells us: This is going to be hard. We will have to be faster. You will have to do some work at home.

Well, fine with me. But why do we have to start in English with “How do you do” instead of a real business situation? Why do we have to start with basics in Word and Excel? Can’t we just start and dive right into it? There is so much I don’t know that I don’t want to keep doing the same old stuff, over and over again.

Then there is this little voice in side my head, or maybe it’s a little angel on my right shoulder, that says: But you have to start slow. This class is so diverse, they are all on so different levels. Don’t throw those under the bus, that haven’t had the privileges you had.

And, of course, there is this little devil on my other shoulder saying: Come on. They are grown-ups. They decided to do this thing. They knew what they got themselves ino. Let the bus roll.

I’m no angel, but I’m no devil, either. So I went to my English teacher and asked for extra work. She apologized and explained, that she had to start slow for evaluating our knowledge. I told her, that I understand, but I would like to learn more. She agreed to bring me some exercises. Looking forward to that. Maybe this won’t be enough. But one obstacle after another.

The disorganization continued. When we went to the computer room nothing worked. It took the teacher the whole first hour to get us settled. And then we started with basic formatting. At the end of the lesson, I asked if I am allowed to continue the exercise at home. She said yes - and I‘m looking forward to get this boring stuff done and to start the interesting new things. If there are any. I’m not so convinced.

We’ll see. I know it’s only the start. Everything may change next week. But, come on, we don’t have the time for doing it slowly....