Dear high school graduates, situation stable? After you have been able to show your mega level of education in the written exams, you can now take a breather, hopefully take stock and celebrate with an extra beer (cannabis has also been allowed since recently, but that makes your brain very unstable) . After these rehabilitation measures, you should then switch back to healthy foods like kohlrabi and pounce like hawks on your preparations so that you don’t stammer monosyllabically in the oral exams, which are full of imponderables, but rather deliver a masterpiece.
At the same time, it is important to initiate the habitual farewell process in advance. For graduation, graduation ball and graduation t-shirt you need one thing above all: a motto that doesn’t sound cheap, but is a big thing. A slogan like this cannot be implemented with a magic wand; great spelling skills are required here. We are looking for the most creative word game with ABI since the Rape of the Sabines, whereby there is no impermeability regarding the beginnings and ends of words. You have to rack your brain until your synapses squeak like an old Trabi. A mind as sharp as wasabi would be an advantage here.
Not even the smartest habilitation theses from the Stabi can help with this challenge, but a newspaper subscription, er: subscription, could be an advantage. Although this text was not written by a Gabi or a Fabienne, let alone an Abigail, it still contains many obvious and hidden Abi-isms. So voila, here you go!
When finding a high school motto, a certain degree of adaptability of the wording is allowed, but the approach should not be too harsh. “Abikalypse”, “Kabitalism” or “Abi please with cream” are about as far away from a brilliant idea as Chelyabinsk is from Abu Dhabi or as a pink bikini is from a stylish prom dress. Speaking of prom dress: the easiest way to achieve a suitable and shapely hairstyle is to twirl your mane with a curling iron.
During the learning phase, dear high school graduates, you may sometimes feel trapped like a stone in a gabion or exhausted like after a training session on the aqua bike and before going into the shower cubicle. But it’s only a few weeks until you’ll be in each other’s arms in the Habibi mood, bilabial rapprochement not out of the question. Then you release your carabiners, free yourself from the shackles of the Bavarian school system and follow the call: Off to freedom!