Today is my birthday. I am very sick, but I was able to change my parent's mind about me not going to school. There is so much to learn. The kids laugh at me for not talking but I don't care. Someday I'll be laughing with all the knowledge.
When I came home my parents greeted me with a vanilla sponge cake, made by my mom. It was sprinkled with power sugar and a strawberry. Candles shone on top and I blew them out while making my wish. Both my parents were happy for me.
After all the fun, I tumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed. I felt that my fever was rising and I was about to give up on life. Suddenly, my father walked into the room and placed a cold,wet compress on my head. He also had a small, leather box in his hand. He lifted me up from my pillow and handed this box to me. I just looked up at him, confused. Then I opened the box and saw a shiny, round object inside. My father that day explained to me that it was a compass.
I was sitting in the lonely, cold room and was trying to solve many questions that had unknown answers when my manager came in. He saw all the things I discovered but walked calmly.
In reality he was fascinated with everything I learned and didn't keep his mouth shut. That day he contacted almost everyone, doctors,scientists, etc.
I was happy with all the offers but I have decided my destiny. I want to become a Privatdozent. Now, I'm on the train to Berne.