Hope leaking through

Good morning to everyone out there.
It is quite a long time ago since Potschochter has shared some thoughts.
This gap is due to the immense stress he went through the past weeks.

But now Potschochter feels kind of relaxed though he is not sure to pass this semester.
But there is nothing left for Potschochter to do to change things.
At the moment Potschochter watches all these beautifully dressed students who are going to take their final exams to become
engineers.
Potschochter still cannot fancy to be dressed like this in 2020, when maybe it will be time for him to take his final exams.
Second semster is nearly finished and Potschochter already takes a grasp of the smell of summer and vacation.
All of his collegaues are ging to do a training during the summer break. But Potschochter will have to repeat what he has learnt in maths decades ago.
So there is a lot to do for Potschochter during summer break.
Since attending College Potschochter really learned to appreciate a place to go to every day.
 A place where he probably is missing when not there.
This fact offers some kind of purpose to Potschochter, though he is not sure what his future may bring. But is it really important for Potschochter to know what is next?
I don't think so. I believe that for Potschochter ist is tremendously important to take one step after the other just to survive.
Potschochter tries to learn Python at the moment.
It is a coding language used by a lot of engineers nowadays.Potschochter is really keen on learnign this language.
But it starts to get relly difficult to understand for little Potschochter.
All those functions to import from a library, or, no those things are called modules, or whatever.
There is a long journey ahead for Potschochter to catch the "how-to" of Python.
Potschochter promised himself not to give in.

But now a funfact happened to Potschochter yesterday.
The second lesson was supposed to be substituted by a teacher called W. B. and the subject was electronics.
So Potschochter was defenitely sure that he well get returned his papers on his electrinics test.
So the tension of not knowing whether he passed or not will hopefully get released.
But life does not act like Potschochter wants to.
No, there was another teacher in school with the same initials, reading W.B.
They even shared the same first name and the second name was nearly similair.
So Potschochter really felt tricked. He was kind of disappointed.
He nearly played a tantrum at home, feeling like a kid who was promised a bar of chocolate
but got it withdrawn just in front of his mouth.

Every day feels like a brand new sheet of paper to Potschochter;
Eager to be written on. Maybe some kind of poetry.

Potschochter had a wonderful weekend. He was blessed to witness his daughter finding her speech at a gathering of writers who read their creations to oneanother out loud.
Potschochter took the chance to read some texts he has written, as well just to take away any possible fear of reading in public from his daughter.
His daughter read just after him, and all eyes were simultanley fixed upon her 17 year old voice dominating the room.
Potschochter has never ever experienced his daughter acting like this before. She did not read her written htought, she really lived them going through the motions of every single line.
Potschochter can defenitely call the event a mesmerizing one, rarely ever being witnessed.
To be honest, a very proud moment for Potschochter, being the parent of this young lady, starting to spread her wings to ascend into writer's heaven.
Okay, poetically written. But his is the way Potschochter felt at this special moment, when all the audience later on dropped by to her tabel to congratulate her.
Her mentor, just sitting beside her, even dropped his jaw in awe. He assured to Potschochter, that he had neither experienced her reading like this before.
Potschochter and G.H(the mentor of Potschochter's daughter) came to terms that this was a crucial event for Potschochter's daughter.

But now back to school life. The Aula ist turning into a bee hive. More and more students are arriving. The sound level is rising with every breath Potschochter takes.
A few moments left for Potschochter to let his soul take breath by writing.

Potschochter now realizes that he is so blessed by knowing how to cope with life by writing.
 His teacher in secondary modern school really got his attention. This teaxhir really knew how to support him and cheers him into writing.
Yes teacher leave a huge impact onto their students. Potschochter will allways be grateful for every teacher he had in life.

God bless you all out there

Potschochter's vehicle