Im not a Teacher, maybe im a teacher

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I opened the door and walked towards the blackboard. I was looked at by all students. I did not feel well and tried to get out of the way, but it did not work out the way I wanted. I sat down at the desk and looked over the heads of my students. My heart was racing and I felt like I was falling down at any moment: "Good morning!" I said finally, and the students also answered with a good morning: "I am Mr. Kjellberg and will be the substitute for the next weeks! " I continued my sentence: "You do not look like a teacher!" suddenly a student from the front row shouted and now I was even more looked at by the others: "I am very well a teacher, but I am still in training! " I lied, because actually he was right but when that came out I was my job already faster than I had got him: "I have dealt with the subject of electronics and therefore have a lot of forward with you in the direction of electro ! "I said and looked into the wondering eyes:" That's cool! " someone suddenly shouted and I smiled: "So I have a little homework for you, for our first project!" I said: "I would like to shoot a video with you and need your help. Please bring your cameras and laptops with you tomorrow to school, cell phones are also allowed, we'll film some here at school and some outside in a forest or something like that, I hope you all join in! "I said, looking into the excited faces of my students. That would be at least an idea what I could do.

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