Es wird langsam Herbst. Wisst ihr, woran man merkt, that it will fall? The leaves are beginning to take soft pastel yellows and reds and sail with a gentle breath of wind to the ground, the birds close gradually together to wedge flocks and fly south and the male 4Mb students running around with no pants and tight-fitting boxer shorts on the school grounds.
I think autumn is my favorite time.
It is also fall when 4Mb student haunt us during lunch with cameras when 4Mb students travel to study abroad (uff. ..,-D) and not very exciting special weeks without French and English, with lots of tedious math - overtime face the door. It is Autumn, when people are happy after laborious Repetitionstagen on the sofa sprawls and dawn when monsoon-like rain long periods during which squeeze the individuals in all the lounges and the tenth to stare into a PC. If wide does on rainy afternoons a general leaden tiredness in the classrooms and high school students their eyes can hardly keep open, even if be found because of the increasingly colder climates frequently jackets in the subjects and strum more Zweifränkler in the caretaker-fund. Now you're
hopefully all come to the conclusion that it must actually fall - but probably only because the Herbstferien vor der Türe stehen.
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