It was proven in about 30 minutes that my new German class at a local school whose tuition cost a fraction of the for profit school I attended was indeed what the locals said, “don’t waste your money, the regular school is much better.”
I didn’t know any better, I paid not realizing that I am not sure if this was a school that taught languages, or if it was an integration school for refugees and others coming into Switzerland from other lands? All i knew is it had a start time that didn’t have me waiting months to begin.
This doesn’t mean the school was bad, it doesn’t mean was good. It was like some employees we had on the road. What was odd is that you were loaded with personality types that usually fell in the majority of the world’s minority with the 80/20 rule in life. 80% of your results are usually gained from 20% of your workforce.
Perhaps I was spoiled with the companies having so many gifted people to work with. It could also simply be that on the road, I would wager 92 out of 100 people would quit in a short time because it was too much work. It wasn’t rocket science, but it was definitely a lifestyle of sorts.
Sometimes you would get employees that had played the game a long time. They knew how to do just enough to keep their job, but do too little to actually be of high value to your team. They just were.
Perhaps that is how I feel my experience with the first school? It reminded me of the for profit schools inside the United States that were degree mills. They would sign kids up for classes, get them student aid and loans and never care if they kid ever showed up. Here, the school is paid for by what I am guessing is a paper trail of people all taking credit and saying they are paying, yet, in reality for all I know, it might be the UN paying the bill and everyone else is saying they are?
The most important thing i learned was how lucky I was to be born and live in the United States with the first school because I took the time to learn each person’s story about where they came and some of the horrific journeys they endured to get to Switzerland.
My new class contains people who are much further advanced in German than the first class. I will ask to see if I can continue the “I come from, my name is “ journal post. Once again, I was looked at a bit strange when we started class, “what is a guy from the USA doing learning German in Switzerland?”
I guess I should learn how to say, “I am waiting for my government to deal with visa issues for relatives that only take a few days here in Switzerland.” In German.
The highlight of the day was seeming to get caught in the cow milking cycle where a herd of freshly milked cows came barreling at me on the way to school. The same was on the way home, but the farmer had roped off the entrance, so I waited instead of dodging cow plop bombs that the critters seemed to like to see if they could hit me with.
I also found the shortest path to school. I go through a forest. As I muttered to myself about life, I looked and realized the path was loaded with blackberries that were ripe. So I emptied my coffee cup and filled it. In two days I figure the real ripeness will be there, so I will go back with my boots and a larger container.
Wednesday night will be blackberry fruit tortes with vanilla pastry crème.
Now, at 1:17pm, I get to start work, work and put the designs and ideas I sketched out in the past few days into the computer.
I truly wonder if the meaning of life is to just sit there, do the bare minimum and enjoy life.
Why do I keep going with so many ideas and things that interest me? As I walked against the herd of cows this morning, it was a great metaphor for how I feel here.
The herd is going one way; the guy with hope and a vision is walking against the grain. This is easy if you are single and alone. But I think it was tesla that said, “I have never met a great inventor that was married.” (paraphrased)
I understand what he meant. But I also know to be a better human being in society, there has to be some sort of balance. I think this is natural for being human in a world that is ever more specialized and I think becoming more selfish with the western ideal of “iwantitnow” generations.
Or, I am just loony.
It is a fine line between being a genius or loony. I think you have to be a bit of both to really make it work.