Hello, can anybody please help me with a translation? I'm sorry that it is a very long text, but it has got a lot of phrases and I don't know whether I've used them in the right way. Also I would like someone to check whether I've used the right tenses in my report. Thanks a lot for your help.
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Monday morning, first lesson, mathematics. She’s sitting next to me like every Monday morning. Smiling happily. But not as naturally as usually. Something is different. It’s not only her smile that’s confusing me. It’s something different. Is it her new hairstyle? No, it isn’t. Her make-up? No, really not. But what is it?
Yes, now I know, her eyes aren’t as sparkling as usually. They seem rheumy and dull. Where is this sparkle that carries you away? Where is the patience that is normally reflected in them?
Where have all those things gone? She looks at me recognizing amazement and worry in my eyes. Quickly she looks away again. But why? Why doesn’t she let me take part in her problems? What’s going on? Why can’t she talk to her best friend? I don’t know. But I want to know. I hunger for the school bell ringing, but today time doesn’t pass by.
The second hand just doesn’t move faster, our maths teacher has no consideration for anything and always picks on me. But my brain is empty, I can only think of her. Jesus, I need a good oral mark, otherwise I won’t be able to kick the 5. Oh my God, why doesn’t he leave me alone today, his view always comes back to me although he recognizes that I don’t know the answer. Why does he torture me like this?
After waiting a long time the school bell finally rings. I just want to turn to my friend, but the teacher calls me. I look at her desperately. But she doesn’t return my look and leaves the classroom in a hurry. The teacher is talking insistently to. I should take part in his lessons, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to help me any more. I only answer with a od because my thoughts are somewhere else. I’ll have to wait for one more hour, because I won’t be able to catch her before break.
Finally the teacher lets me go. I feel his Look on my back, he’s asking himself what’s wrong with me. She has always been so motivated, even if she sometimes fails, he asks himself. But I have got different problems.
Quickly I get into the physics room. Here I don’t sit next to her, but three rows behind her. When I go to my place our glances cut. She looks at me for a few seconds, then she averts her gaze again. This lesson doesn’t go much better either. I’m not alyways picked up - the teacher seems to notice that she can’t expect a lot of me today – but the second hand is still creeping.
As soon as the bell is ringing I run to her, take her by her arm and pull her out of the classroom. The other pupils look at us in surprise. But all that doesn’t matter to me now. She hardly struggles and looks down. When I ask her what’s going on she keeps silent. Even when I shake her she doesn’t say a word.
Only when someone taps on my shoulder and I turn round in astonishment her glance rises. A smile is flashing over her face.
But I don’t feel like smiling with that view. It’s my boyfriend, no my ex-boyfriend who told me yesterday that it’s over. Yesterday, the day I cried more than ever in my life. He takes her in his arms and pecks her on her mouth. Then both of them look at me. I recognize how happy they are together. Tears are rising to my eyes.
Everything is rising, all the pain, all the rage, but I dissemble it. I tourn round and leave, their glances on my back. When I’m round the corner I run to the toilet and close the door. Now I burst out crying, crying, crying. Even when someone is knocking on the door I don’t open. I stay on the toilet for the rest of the day. I just can’t return to my classroom, to her, it’s impossible. Just before the end of school I leave the school building and go into the park. There I crawl away under a tree.
I don’t know how long I have been sitting there. But suddenly someone taps me on my shoulder, it’s my German teacher whose lesson I have skipped today. He is looking at me in amazement, he sees my tears rising, sees all my pain and takes me in his arms.
Suddenly I lose control, start out crying and can’t stop any more. Oh that’s so good. After a while I recollect. I look at him embarrassedly, but somehow I feel that he won’t tell anybody about it. He lifts me and we walk along together for a while. I appreciate that he doesn’t ask any questions. I walk by his side without saying a word. When we reach the end of the park he looks at me for a long time and tells me only that I can talk to him if I want to. He gives me an encouraging wink and then he leaves. Slowly I start my way home. Thanks God my parents are working and I don’t have to answer any questions.
When I pass by my friend’s home I’m not even jealous any longer. Suddenly I don’t care for her any longer. I don’t want a friend who betray me when I need her.
The next day I go to school again, as usual. But I don’t sit next to her. I swap the place with my classmate. My friend only looks at me very sadly, but that doesn’t impress me. When the German teacher enters the classroom he first looks at my new place, but he seems to understand and doesn’t say a word.
Thus the rest of the school year passes by without talking to her. At the school festival I talk to my German teacher and tell him what it was all about. He looks at me compassionately, but then he tells me that this is not the solution.
I have also felt that, but she hasn’t started the slightest attempt to win me back as her friend.
She has found new friends, which has never been difficult for her.
I have also made some new friends. We have simply driven apart. The two have been together for two months only, but after that she has never tried to contact me again. For two months with him she has given up a friendship of five years.
Translation of a Friendship story
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Milo
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boogie
Oh sorry, I think I didn't explain it the right way. The text I wrote is already the translation of a German text and I only want to know, whether the text is ok, i.e. whether I've used adequate phrases and whether I've used the right tenses. All in all whether the text is ok or if there are expressions and tenses in it that British people wouldn't use.
Is it now possible to help me?
Thx a lot.
Is it now possible to help me?
Thx a lot.
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boert
Monday morning, first lesson, mathematics. She’s sitting next to me like every Monday morning. Smiling happily. But not as naturally as usually. Something is different. It’s not only her smile that’s confusing me. It’s something different. Is it her new hairstyle? No, it isn’t. Her make-up? No, really not. But what is it?
Yes, now I know, her eyes aren’tas sparkling as usually. They seem rheumy and dull. Where is this sparkle that carries you away? Where is the patience that is normally reflected in them?
Where have all those things gone? She looks at me, recognizing amazement and worry in my eyes. Quickly she looks away again. But why? Why doesn’t she let me take part in her problems? What’s going on? Why can’t she talk to her best friend? I don’t know. But I want to know. I hunger for the school bell ringing, but today time doesn’t pass by.
The second hand just doesn’t move faster, our maths teacher has no consideration for anything and always picks on me. But my brain is empty, I can only think of her. Jesus, I need a good oral mark, otherwise I won’t be able to kick the 5. Oh my God, why doesn’t he leave me alone today, his view always comes back to me, although he recognizes that I don’t know the answer. Why does he torture me like this?
After waiting a long time the school bell finally rings. I just want to turn to my friend, but the teacher calls me. I look at her desperately. But she doesn’t return my look and leaves the classroom in a hurry. The teacher is talking insistently (to). I should take part in his lessons, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to help me any more. I only answer with a od because my thoughts are somewhere else. I’ll have to wait for one more hour, because I won’t be able to catch her before break.
Finally the teacher lets me go. I feel hisLlook on my back, he’s asking himself what’s wrong with me. She has always been so motivated, even if she sometimes fails, he asks himself. But I have got different (different or other?) problems.
Quickly I get into the physics room. Here I don’t sit next to her, but three rows behind her. When I go to my place our glances cut. She looks at me for a few seconds, then she averts her gaze again. This lesson doesn’t go much better either. I’m not alyways picked up - the teacher seems to notice that she can’t expect a lot of me today – but the second hand is still creeping.
As soon as the bell is ringing I run to her, take her by her arm and pull her out of the classroom. The other pupils look at us in surprise. But all that doesn’t matter to me now. She hardly struggles and looks down. When I ask her what’s going on she keeps silent. Even when I shake her she doesn’t say a word.
Only when someone taps on my shoulder and I turn round in astonishment her glance rises. A smile is flashing over her face.
But I don’t feel like smiling with that view. It’s my boyfriend, no - my ex-boyfriend who told me yesterday that it’s over. Yesterday, the day I cried more than ever in my life. He takes her in his arms and pecks her on her mouth. Then both of them look at me. I recognize how happy they are together. Tears are rising to my eyes.
Everything is rising, all the pain, all the rage, but I dissemble it. I tourn around and leave, their glances on my back. When I’m round the corner I run to the toilet and close the door. Now I burst out crying, crying, crying. Even when someone is knocking on the door I don’t open. I stay on the toilet for the rest of the day. I just can’t return to my classroom, to her, it’s impossible. Just beforethe end of school school ends I leave the (school) building and go (walk) into the park. There I crawl away under a tree.
I don’t know how long I have been sitting there. But suddenly someone taps me on my shoulder, - it’s my German teacher whose lesson I have skipped today. He is looking at me in amazement, he sees my tears rising, sees all my pain and takes me in his arms.
Suddenly I lose control, start out crying and can’t stop any_more. Oh that’s so good. After a while I recollect. I look at him, embarrassedly, but somehow I feel that he won’t tell anybody (about it). He lifts me and we walk along together for a while. I appreciate that he doesn’t ask any questions. I walk by his side without saying a word. When we reach the end of the park he looks at me for a long time and tells me only that I can talk to him if I want to. He gives me an encouraging wink and then he leaves. Slowly I start my way home. Thanks God my parents are working and I don’t have to answer any questions.
When I pass by my friend’s home I’m not even jealous any longer (more). Suddenly I don’t care for her any longer. I don’t want a friend who betrays me when I need her.
The next day I go to school again, as usual. But I don’t sit next to her. I swap the place with my classmate. My friend only looks at me very sadly, but that doesn’t impress me. When the German teacher enters the classroom, he first looks at my new place, but (he) seems to understand and doesn’t say a word.
Thus the rest of the school year passes by without talking to her. At the school festival I talk to my German teacher and tell him what it was all about. He looks at me compassionately, but then he tells me that this is not the solution.
I have also felt that, but she hasn’t started the slightest attempt to win me back as her friend.
She has found new friends, which has never been difficult for her.
I have also made some new friends. We have simply driven apart. The two have been together for two months only, but after that she has never tried to contact me again. For two months with him she has given up a (the) friendship of five years.
Yes, now I know, her eyes aren’t
Where have all those things gone? She looks at me, recognizing amazement and worry in my eyes. Quickly she looks away again. But why? Why doesn’t she let me take part in her problems? What’s going on? Why can’t she talk to her best friend? I don’t know. But I want to know. I hunger for the school bell ringing, but today time doesn’t pass by.
The second hand just doesn’t move faster, our maths teacher has no consideration for anything and always picks on me. But my brain is empty, I can only think of her. Jesus, I need a good oral mark, otherwise I won’t be able to kick the 5. Oh my God, why doesn’t he leave me alone today, his view always comes back to me, although he recognizes that I don’t know the answer. Why does he torture me like this?
After waiting a long time the school bell finally rings. I just want to turn to my friend, but the teacher calls me. I look at her desperately. But she doesn’t return my look and leaves the classroom in a hurry. The teacher is talking insistently (to). I should take part in his lessons, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to help me any more. I only answer with a od because my thoughts are somewhere else. I’ll have to wait for one more hour
Finally the teacher lets me go. I feel his
Quickly I get into the physics room. Here I don’t sit next to her
As soon as the bell is ringing I run to her, take her by her arm and pull her out of the classroom. The other pupils look at us in surprise. But all that doesn’t matter to me now. She hardly struggles and looks down. When I ask her what’s going on she keeps silent. Even when I shake her she doesn’t say a word.
Only when someone taps on my shoulder and I turn round in astonishment her glance rises. A smile is flashing over her face.
But I don’t feel like smiling with that view. It’s my boyfriend
Everything is rising, all the pain, all the rage, but I dissemble it. I tourn around and leave, their glances on my back. When I’m round the corner I run to the toilet and close the door. Now I burst out crying, crying, crying. Even when someone is knocking on the door I don’t open. I stay on the toilet for the rest of the day. I just can’t return to my classroom, to her, it’s impossible. Just before
I don’t know how long I have been sitting there. But suddenly someone taps me on my shoulder
Suddenly I lose control, start out crying and can’t stop any_more. Oh that’s so good. After a while I recollect. I look at him, embarrassedly, but somehow I feel that he won’t tell anybody (about it). He lifts me and we walk along together for a while. I appreciate that he doesn’t ask any questions. I walk by his side without saying a word. When we reach the end of the park he looks at me for a long time and tells me only that I can talk to him if I want to. He gives me an encouraging wink and then he leaves. Slowly I start my way home. Thanks God my parents are working and I don’t have to answer any questions.
When I pass by my friend’s home I’m not even jealous any longer (more). Suddenly I don’t care for her any longer. I don’t want a friend who betrays me when I need her.
The next day I go to school again, as usual. But I don’t sit next to her. I swap the place with my classmate. My friend only looks at me very sadly, but that doesn’t impress me. When the German teacher enters the classroom, he first looks at my new place
Thus the rest of the school year passes by without talking to her. At the school festival I talk to my German teacher and tell him what it was all about. He looks at me compassionately, but then he tells me that this is not the solution.
I have also felt that, but she hasn’t started the slightest attempt to win me back as her friend.
She has found new friends, which has never been difficult for her.
I have also made some new friends. We have simply driven apart. The two have been together for two months only, but after that she has never tried to contact me again. For two months with him she has given up a (the) friendship of five years.
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boogie