Maths porblems, orienteering and missing granddaughters

Hello dear readers.
here is the english translation of my last post. Pardon me that I translate it so late, but I have exams and I'm learning all the time. But here we go...

Some of you surely know that maths isn't my favourite subject in school. I call it Hassfach, what means I really hate it.
I can assure you that I'll continue the tradition to understand maths just in the last five minutes before the exams and to be confused after five minutes durng the lessosn. My teacher tries to work through the new subjects in a new time- record, but even after the third explanaition I don't know what she wants from me. You can see all that in my tests. My mean value of points are about 9 out of 25 or 6 out 17. That means under 50 percent. The good advices from my lovely teacher are useless. Ideed she wrote terms like "More work needed" or "more work" under my grades on the test. Now I have a tutor for maths. She's really nice and I understand her explanations after the first time. How comes that? I don't know. But I'm in the advanced course. Me. IN THE MATHMATICS ADVANCED COURSE! When I heard it the first time I started to laugh, but of course nobody understood it. Why the hell am I, who needs 8 explanations, 13 examples and the help of my friends to understand a subject like powers (our current topic), in the advanced maths course? Good joke, dear principal. Normally you write a test before you get into your courses, so the teacher knows how fit you are. I skipped it, maybe because I stay only one year. Fine. Now I'll go and ask if can change the course. If not I'll sit the next months three lessons per week for 75 minutes in hell. Normally I can control myself prety good, but maths makes my cry. Not because I'm sad, more because I am so upset that I don't understand what the teacher is talking about. But my teacher doesn't notice it when the tears are running down my face. Her reputation on my school says that she support the good students, but sometimes disregard the slower ones. We will see what comes next.
At the orienteering my knowledge aaout maths was useless anyway. I automatically know where north is, because I always sleep with my feet in the east in Germany. Sounds strange, but works good. And there were other persons who calculated the scale on the map. Of course they are really good in maths. Such a ironic thing. All in all is orienteering fun, but not if you do it for the first time in a completly strange area. I was a little bit afraid of it. I mean, I haven't learned to read a quite colorfuil map and don't get lost during reading it. After a short introduction from our P.E teacher (yes, that is a topic in P.E) we started to find letters. Yes, letters. In the forest. On the map were circles around the area where we should find the letters. That means we had to climb small rocks, and try to avoid a hit from an branch. One time a branch which flipped back after a girl from my group called Savanna hit my face with his full weightness, but I'm stil alive. After we found a few letters, we talked with another group and started searching together. There were one letter, that nobody found. Maybe one of the finnish forest goblins ate them. If they like plastic stuff. After we ran 4 km we were pissed off and turned back to school. Who would not be pissed off after runnig 4 km through the forest ?My conclusion is, that orienteering is quite a nice activity to spend time, but not every month. Some things are good, but only in a small amount
.Let's switch to the next heading. Disappeared granddaughters. No, this is not connected with the orienteering, but even more with misunderstandings and surprises. However, we begin in front. Today morning. 6:00 local times Turku. RIIIIIINNNG.... Monjas alarm clock rings it's soul from it's body and after the eighths time Snooze Monja throw her bodyout of the snug bed with the pink Lillebi bedclothes. After the morning toilet she decides to have breakfast. One notes the sole rising. Nevertheless, there must be a mistake, right? Jo. Mummi has not got up yet. So fast have breakfast, make the school bread, besides slip into  the new, but in the meantime too big, trousers. On point 7:25 Monja stands at the bus station and even catchs the earlier bus. Even if there is only a waiting period of 2 minutes to the next bus. But one can spend that time also in the bus with the same aim. Mummi has not got up, yet. And Monja, a dear girl, has thought itself, "I let her sleep quietly". Then in the bus to school the phone call. "Where you are?" "in the bus to Schule." "But I just made breakfast for you. You were not in your bed as me have got up. I have got really fear and have already called up Thomas!" "But I had to get up so that I am punctual. And I#m fine" "Why you have not woken up me then? " "Where from should I know that I should wake you up? "Didn't I tell you?. But well, then I know. Now I will make breakfast for the visitors" "Okay see you later". This was the approximate conversation expiry. I believe, such a thing has never happened to me. But next time I put down a paper that I am at school. The history does not have other consequences, but the learning effect is high. I believe.
All together it was a pleasant day again. Up to the weather.It cannot decide. In the morning you see your breath, while you walk around in the afternoon without jacket. Funnily this is Turku. Almost everything runs online, and one sees cash rare. Even at the market, you pays by card. Inconceivably in Germany. But here a lot is different. And exactly this makes the trip so interesting. I'll upload  a few more pictures on the GoogleFotos page. From the orienteering and what I have else taken pictures thus.





Greets, 
 Your Träumerin