D is for Disappointment

Well, it finally snowed here. It was gone by 3pm. Color me underwhelmed and count this to the reasons I'm moving back to Minnesota, where there's at least half a chance of having to shovel once in awhile.
Actually, though, the Big Disappointment of the week was at school. I gave a presentation about the American school system for a 10th grade class that I don't know very well. It's a lower level class, and the teacher is probably the reason for that. After explaining some key differences between high school in America and in Germany, I asked if anyone had thought about spending a year or a summer abroad, and before anyone could answer, the teacher jumped up and stopped me.
"No, no," she said, "you don't understand! These are the Grundkurs (lower level) students! They aren't interested in that sort of thing." I saw some students with their hands raised, though. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell them a little about the opportunity," I said.
"But, no, they could never manage it. They aren't interested, they don't speak well enough,"
"I'd really like..."
"But, no, they are leaving school after this grade, they will get jobs or internships, they really aren't interested." There were still hands raised. "No, no, that sort of thing is too expensive for them."
"Well, there are a lot of scholarships out there. I'd be happy to help them apply."
"No, no, no, you see, they want to get jobs, they wouldn't want to go. They couldn't get scholarships! You go talk to the advanced class about it." There are still about five people indicating their interest in studying abroad.
This went on for ten more minutes, before I got fed up and announced to the class that if anyone is interested in studying abroad, there are a lot of scholarships out there and I would be happy to help them apply, they could find me in the teachers' lounge. Then I was literally shooed out of the room.
I don't think I'll be asked to come back.