Today I'm tired (and still sick, darn it). So you will have to be satisfied with a picture of my new hairdo, without hairpins and accent braids.
Let me tell you, it's a nightmare. But there are a few pretty hairstyles I can make of this, so it's more or less ok. But when I let my hair down, I look like a scary voodoo queen. ^^
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Boooooring!
Protests still go on, the police is getting a bit rough. Tear-gas grenades caught a boy in the stomach, on on the neck, the latter is in the hospital, chances of his recovery not sure. I really, really hate all of this.
I can't say the president should step down. Granted, he is as oily and a bastard politician as any other collegues of his are, but if he does it now, the mob will win. And I don't want that horrible mob to win. Ever.
If the president won't stand down... dunno what he will be able to do, seeing as he has lost the trust of many many people. Never mind that all of our politicians lie in our face and we actually do know it (save for my grandparents who believe that dear Viktor, who was the previous president 2 terms before, is actually a perfect guy who never stole a penny). I really don't have anything I could do to force the thing in any directon, so I sit at the sidelines, safe and atually sick, and watch. And I am so fed up with this Hungarian shit.
Why? They believe they are so Hungarian, and do stuff no Hungarian would be ever, EVER proud of. They think they are in the middle of a revolution. No. They are causing more damage by every night, hurting so many people on both sides, causing us more trouble, because it's US who will have to pay up, and it is our money which will be used for the repairs.
So much for peace, quiet and Hungarian people peacefully demonstrating without harming each other and causing damage that costs millions to repair. You know... Hungarians are mean people. We can be nice, we are hospitable. But when we get angry, we are so very nasty and so stubborn in our pursuit of what we deem right to do...
I hate it, I truly do.
I can't say the president should step down. Granted, he is as oily and a bastard politician as any other collegues of his are, but if he does it now, the mob will win. And I don't want that horrible mob to win. Ever.
If the president won't stand down... dunno what he will be able to do, seeing as he has lost the trust of many many people. Never mind that all of our politicians lie in our face and we actually do know it (save for my grandparents who believe that dear Viktor, who was the previous president 2 terms before, is actually a perfect guy who never stole a penny). I really don't have anything I could do to force the thing in any directon, so I sit at the sidelines, safe and atually sick, and watch. And I am so fed up with this Hungarian shit.
Why? They believe they are so Hungarian, and do stuff no Hungarian would be ever, EVER proud of. They think they are in the middle of a revolution. No. They are causing more damage by every night, hurting so many people on both sides, causing us more trouble, because it's US who will have to pay up, and it is our money which will be used for the repairs.
So much for peace, quiet and Hungarian people peacefully demonstrating without harming each other and causing damage that costs millions to repair. You know... Hungarians are mean people. We can be nice, we are hospitable. But when we get angry, we are so very nasty and so stubborn in our pursuit of what we deem right to do...
I hate it, I truly do.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
It's revol(u)t(ion) time!
Well, the protest and the mobbing is still going on. Each night after the first one, they will gather, wait till midnight, and after that the peacefully protesting group of people will change into a mob, a trail of destruction following them.
They are scary. Policemen, people of any kind are hurt, they break all kinds of things, many shop windows, high costing gadgets and burning cars. Are they even people or are they animals? I really, really am not biased. They are hooligans, a mob of the worst. I hope they will get them all. A policeman is lying half-dead in the hospital bed because some drunk idiot decided to kill him. God, what happened to the people?
If it's the 72-year thingy, god help you people, because you will need it.
Well, that's all for today. I'm so very tired.
They are scary. Policemen, people of any kind are hurt, they break all kinds of things, many shop windows, high costing gadgets and burning cars. Are they even people or are they animals? I really, really am not biased. They are hooligans, a mob of the worst. I hope they will get them all. A policeman is lying half-dead in the hospital bed because some drunk idiot decided to kill him. God, what happened to the people?
If it's the 72-year thingy, god help you people, because you will need it.
Well, that's all for today. I'm so very tired.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Something in the air part two
Sooo... Around ten ot eleven in the evening my parents told me top switch channels and look at what's actually going on in the city. I did.
A fight was going on. As I've heard, people were protesting peacefully in front of the parliament, and they turned violent when they were DENIED to read their protests and started to try to push their way in to the pariament and to the main building of the Hungarian Television called MTV. They failed on both, but they broke in to the building of MTV at least twice. They were pushed out with water cannons and pushed back again.
Then the mob began throwing stones at the buildings, and decided to burn a car. So they did. They fought the police, chanting patriotic poems (written for a revolution 2 hundred years ago), and jumped on cars and wreaked havoc.
Then came an armoured car, full of policemen with water cannons, trying to break them up. The mob stopped the car and attacked it. They jumped on and with stones and other blunt object tried to break in. The police fired some rubber bullets, I mean the ones in the car, because the car has been abandoned by the police. The ones in the car got trapped. The mob tried to burn the car while people, policemen were still in there, who didn't have a thing to do with all this.
I nearly turned off the tv then, but I had to see it.
Fortunately the trapped policemen managed to get out - by taking the protester's side. The riot was still in full swing, nobody went home, and I... decided to go to sleep.
Good thing I am sick today, or I would have been forced to go in to the city. It seems like things have calmed down, but I sure as hell don't want to go to the secondary shool I have to teach in or the university (under the wings of the reformed church) I study in. They would surely mourn that the bastard president just won't budge.
Truth be told, I wish he would budge and someone much better would take his place. A girl can still dream, no?
A fight was going on. As I've heard, people were protesting peacefully in front of the parliament, and they turned violent when they were DENIED to read their protests and started to try to push their way in to the pariament and to the main building of the Hungarian Television called MTV. They failed on both, but they broke in to the building of MTV at least twice. They were pushed out with water cannons and pushed back again.
Then the mob began throwing stones at the buildings, and decided to burn a car. So they did. They fought the police, chanting patriotic poems (written for a revolution 2 hundred years ago), and jumped on cars and wreaked havoc.
Then came an armoured car, full of policemen with water cannons, trying to break them up. The mob stopped the car and attacked it. They jumped on and with stones and other blunt object tried to break in. The police fired some rubber bullets, I mean the ones in the car, because the car has been abandoned by the police. The ones in the car got trapped. The mob tried to burn the car while people, policemen were still in there, who didn't have a thing to do with all this.
I nearly turned off the tv then, but I had to see it.
Fortunately the trapped policemen managed to get out - by taking the protester's side. The riot was still in full swing, nobody went home, and I... decided to go to sleep.
Good thing I am sick today, or I would have been forced to go in to the city. It seems like things have calmed down, but I sure as hell don't want to go to the secondary shool I have to teach in or the university (under the wings of the reformed church) I study in. They would surely mourn that the bastard president just won't budge.
Truth be told, I wish he would budge and someone much better would take his place. A girl can still dream, no?
Something in the air tonight
Well, hell. I am talking about yesterday, because yesterday evening my cold prevented me from writing it all down. I'm still floored by the news and a bit scared. Good thing I don't have to go out today.
But let's start to actually say it so you all would understand.
We have a president. He is the first president chosen in full democracy to keep his post for the second 4-year term. The elections were a few months before, and it was pretty close. We have two big parties, two on the opposing sides. One is a rightist party with a president candidate who I can describe as a megalomaniac who loves the sound of his voice (he had to be sent to a psychiatrist when he wasn't elected a second time). The other is the Socialist party, that people don't really like, but is usually better than a megalomaniac idiot who steals money shamelessly. Well, they both do. And these two parties fight constalntly - as it is their nature.
Now, when the Socialist were chosen as the leading party around 4,5 years ago, they had another president, who had to resign, and instead of him came a millionaire guy, who had enough money not to steal any more. He had a charming personality and he certainly was a strong and charismatic person. He still is, but... he fucked up.
What went wrong is that our charismatic president made a few reforms that did not sit well with people. He planned reform that meant that we will have to pay for everything. More taxes, paying for each time we visit the doctor, paying for staying in a hospital and eating their food, even when we pay for our health insurance.
Students plan a huge protesting march because he named the school fees as a ridiculously high sum of money. Out of the blue.
You can imagine why he is Mr Popularity now.
Then comes a secret recorded speech of his (talking to his party), that they lied for four years, didn't do a thing, robbed the country. Now THIS caused a huge uproar.
People wanted him to resign, but he didn't. So, here comes the revolution, which I'll write in my next entry.
But let's start to actually say it so you all would understand.
We have a president. He is the first president chosen in full democracy to keep his post for the second 4-year term. The elections were a few months before, and it was pretty close. We have two big parties, two on the opposing sides. One is a rightist party with a president candidate who I can describe as a megalomaniac who loves the sound of his voice (he had to be sent to a psychiatrist when he wasn't elected a second time). The other is the Socialist party, that people don't really like, but is usually better than a megalomaniac idiot who steals money shamelessly. Well, they both do. And these two parties fight constalntly - as it is their nature.
Now, when the Socialist were chosen as the leading party around 4,5 years ago, they had another president, who had to resign, and instead of him came a millionaire guy, who had enough money not to steal any more. He had a charming personality and he certainly was a strong and charismatic person. He still is, but... he fucked up.
What went wrong is that our charismatic president made a few reforms that did not sit well with people. He planned reform that meant that we will have to pay for everything. More taxes, paying for each time we visit the doctor, paying for staying in a hospital and eating their food, even when we pay for our health insurance.
Students plan a huge protesting march because he named the school fees as a ridiculously high sum of money. Out of the blue.
You can imagine why he is Mr Popularity now.
Then comes a secret recorded speech of his (talking to his party), that they lied for four years, didn't do a thing, robbed the country. Now THIS caused a huge uproar.
People wanted him to resign, but he didn't. So, here comes the revolution, which I'll write in my next entry.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Brown and fuzzy
Well, today I was planning to sleep in. I did manage to catch more sleep than I did average, but I got woken up for a stupid reason. My aunt (by marriage - meaning she married my uncle) phoned me (the phone wouldn't shut up, so after a min or so I had to get out of bed, darnit, and pick it up) to ask if I wanted to go to Belgium, and be a sort of au-pair cum maid for a widowed guy and his 10 year old son.
My brain woke up enough to counterattack and I asked her how to, when I have the teaching practice to do she knows about well enough. She said I can go after that. Well, after that I still have my bloody classes to worry about and of course another exam I have to study for, and I'm pretty sure that I can't fly back every morning to the library and the teacher I have to consult with.
There went my sleep. After that I had to go, get myself the best anti-birthday party ever. Still, when I left, I saw something I don't see every day.
An owl was sitting on the tree in our garden. He was cute, brown and fuzzy. If he were just a bit closer, I would have run back up and brought a ladder to cuddle him up. But he was too far up. Too bad. Well, I talked him of how nice to meet him, then dashed off to my grandparents...
Well, they are as much of a strange bunch as ever. I wouldn't call them unfriendly, just... they would be better off with a granddaughter without much brain, a perfect body and a deep passion for magazines that only talk about oh so well known hungarian stars. Instead they got a granddaughter who has brains (even if I don't use it much nowadays), no comment about my body, and I don't even know who my grandmother is talking about who is having a baby or having breast implans or whatever the hell. I just don't care. Period.
Well, this year I actually managed to not to accept gifts. My grandmother loves to give me her old blouses made out of materials I'm allergic to (polywhatever), they are in hideous colors and they are tight in places... I'm bigger. (Meaning I have a bigger breast size than her.) Not to mention they look horrible. Anyway, this year I finally dared to refuse them, and guess what? I'm still alive. At least I don't have to use them as nightgowns in winter.
Anyway, I managed to get away, and met the owl again. He just left a few minutes ago to hunt in the dark. I really hope that I'll meet the guy again. he was so cute and cuddly.
My brain woke up enough to counterattack and I asked her how to, when I have the teaching practice to do she knows about well enough. She said I can go after that. Well, after that I still have my bloody classes to worry about and of course another exam I have to study for, and I'm pretty sure that I can't fly back every morning to the library and the teacher I have to consult with.
There went my sleep. After that I had to go, get myself the best anti-birthday party ever. Still, when I left, I saw something I don't see every day.
An owl was sitting on the tree in our garden. He was cute, brown and fuzzy. If he were just a bit closer, I would have run back up and brought a ladder to cuddle him up. But he was too far up. Too bad. Well, I talked him of how nice to meet him, then dashed off to my grandparents...
Well, they are as much of a strange bunch as ever. I wouldn't call them unfriendly, just... they would be better off with a granddaughter without much brain, a perfect body and a deep passion for magazines that only talk about oh so well known hungarian stars. Instead they got a granddaughter who has brains (even if I don't use it much nowadays), no comment about my body, and I don't even know who my grandmother is talking about who is having a baby or having breast implans or whatever the hell. I just don't care. Period.
Well, this year I actually managed to not to accept gifts. My grandmother loves to give me her old blouses made out of materials I'm allergic to (polywhatever), they are in hideous colors and they are tight in places... I'm bigger. (Meaning I have a bigger breast size than her.) Not to mention they look horrible. Anyway, this year I finally dared to refuse them, and guess what? I'm still alive. At least I don't have to use them as nightgowns in winter.
Anyway, I managed to get away, and met the owl again. He just left a few minutes ago to hunt in the dark. I really hope that I'll meet the guy again. he was so cute and cuddly.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Baaaaa!
I look like a sheep. Honest. I went to the hairdresser requesting not too tight curls. What did I get? The thinghtest ones. Now I look like a sheep/poodle with long hair/disturbed looking vodou witch with red, slightly more dishgevelled hair than they already have. Can you say yikes? I sure can.
But no need to worry, I can make use of accent braids. I already know what type of hairstyle I can make of this sheep-hair, and I have enough pins and pretty hair accessories to make it work.
At least I can say I have a hairstyle I don't have to worry about day by day, comb out each day and it's not looking like my hair is glued tight to my head. It actually looks like it has no weight. (Too bad I'm nearing the Jackson 5's gravity defying hairstyle. Gahh.)
Well, I'll have 2 days to try out new hairstyles, after that I'll go back to the highschool to listen to the classes...
But no need to worry, I can make use of accent braids. I already know what type of hairstyle I can make of this sheep-hair, and I have enough pins and pretty hair accessories to make it work.
At least I can say I have a hairstyle I don't have to worry about day by day, comb out each day and it's not looking like my hair is glued tight to my head. It actually looks like it has no weight. (Too bad I'm nearing the Jackson 5's gravity defying hairstyle. Gahh.)
Well, I'll have 2 days to try out new hairstyles, after that I'll go back to the highschool to listen to the classes...
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Here come the little monsters
Making this post before I drag myself to my bed and sleeeep.
I have been looking like hell warmed all over all day. I could barely keep my eyes open, and fell asleep every chance I got. I still don't enjoy this.
The kids are ok, the ones I have met, and I still need to meet another class, who may also be taught by us... me.
But first, I'll have to suffer trough 40 more classes, because I'm only trough with 10. It took me 3 days. If I get lucky, I might finish it the next week. Because I could attend more classes. I'll be a full-fledged zombie once I finish and then I begin my teaching practice.
My objective is solely to pass. Grade does not matter as long as I do pass, but higher grades of course are more appreciated. But the sooner I get out of that madhouse, the better. Kids are a scary bunch, and I'll either run out screaming bloody murder, or I do it. Truth be told, I could slap a few of them. I sooooo hate little princesses who love to talk everybody out behind their back or in front of their faces, and trust me, I'd love to slap them every time I see them looking at me funny. (Last time they directed us to a wrong corridor out of... well, being cool and fucking with the student teachers. Aint't they bloody cute? Hell no.)
Well, it might be my tiredness talking, but I'm so very wiped out now... So I'm going to sleep. 8 hours of sleep... what a dream come true. I really hope it will, or I'm going to sleep while I sit at the hairdresser. (I have to go there once every year, because my curly hair is very, very artificial. Sniffle.)
I have been looking like hell warmed all over all day. I could barely keep my eyes open, and fell asleep every chance I got. I still don't enjoy this.
The kids are ok, the ones I have met, and I still need to meet another class, who may also be taught by us... me.
But first, I'll have to suffer trough 40 more classes, because I'm only trough with 10. It took me 3 days. If I get lucky, I might finish it the next week. Because I could attend more classes. I'll be a full-fledged zombie once I finish and then I begin my teaching practice.
My objective is solely to pass. Grade does not matter as long as I do pass, but higher grades of course are more appreciated. But the sooner I get out of that madhouse, the better. Kids are a scary bunch, and I'll either run out screaming bloody murder, or I do it. Truth be told, I could slap a few of them. I sooooo hate little princesses who love to talk everybody out behind their back or in front of their faces, and trust me, I'd love to slap them every time I see them looking at me funny. (Last time they directed us to a wrong corridor out of... well, being cool and fucking with the student teachers. Aint't they bloody cute? Hell no.)
Well, it might be my tiredness talking, but I'm so very wiped out now... So I'm going to sleep. 8 hours of sleep... what a dream come true. I really hope it will, or I'm going to sleep while I sit at the hairdresser. (I have to go there once every year, because my curly hair is very, very artificial. Sniffle.)
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Zombie Teacher, meet students
Gahh. I have no time to write in length, so I'll write now what I can. Well, I would have time, if a friend of mine wouldn't be talking my ear off to meet an ex classmate I had in higschool who doesn't give a shit if I live or die, but no, I have to see her off because... she is going to France. Well, boo hoo, I don't care. Where was she when I went away to many places.
Well, I'll go say hi and come home. I just don't have time for people who don't care for me. I don't have time to do things I want to do, damnit!
Why? Because my teacher practice has started and hell, I hate it. Why? Because I have to listen to (attend) 50 classes (meaning 50 x 45 minutes) before I could begin my actual teaching practice. So I live half my day in the high school I'll teach in - from 8 to 14 or to 16, depending on how much classes they have -, and then I have to attend my university classes in the afternoon and evening, so I get home around 7, or a bit earlier... depending on luck, and day.
This is pure hell.
Edit:
PS: My dear "friend" never showed up. So I left. Best solution. I don't have to meet her anymore.
Well, I'll go say hi and come home. I just don't have time for people who don't care for me. I don't have time to do things I want to do, damnit!
Why? Because my teacher practice has started and hell, I hate it. Why? Because I have to listen to (attend) 50 classes (meaning 50 x 45 minutes) before I could begin my actual teaching practice. So I live half my day in the high school I'll teach in - from 8 to 14 or to 16, depending on how much classes they have -, and then I have to attend my university classes in the afternoon and evening, so I get home around 7, or a bit earlier... depending on luck, and day.
This is pure hell.
Edit:
PS: My dear "friend" never showed up. So I left. Best solution. I don't have to meet her anymore.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Green is for Wasabi
Well, I have put this off enough, so I will write it.
I have passed the exam. ^^ But I am sleepy all the time and so much to do, so I... didn't write. Well, now I do, and I'll tell about the celebration we had with my friend yesterday.
There is a Japanese restaurant I wanted to try now for a long time, so we went there to celebrate me passing the exam. The restaurant was ok. The look was pretty, the waitresses... well, I can only describe my problem, as it has disappeared from English a while ago, so... they were theeing us. (Similar to being on a first name basis with someone - someone you are *close* with, but without them knowing your name. So... close and personal way of talking.) Well, this really didn't sit well with me, because it wasn't a cheap restaurant. Not to mention that western music was playing in the background. (Don't misunderstand me, I love Sting! But... this was a traditionally Japanese restaurant, darnit.)
So, we sit down, order drinks, and order food, and... my first obstacle came when I couldn't snap my chopsticks to separate them in two. Well, with a lot of help I did. Then came the second obstacle... my chopstick-holding was a bit rusty... and more or less nonexistent. But I got used to it rather quick.
Well, that aside, we ordered sushi. On a rectangular plate we got 5 sushi (one in the middle and 4 on each corner), and 4 maki (on each side, in between 2 corner sushis. We got 2 cucumber and 2 radish makis, so we exchanged them with my friend, because she hates cucumbers, and I hate radish.
There were some cookie thingies placed on the side, which I tried, and they were similar in taste and look to a Hungarian delicacy, so we liked it. The only down was that the sushi had no real taste. Or maybe because I was advised to eat some spicy ginger between some sushi, the taste might have been lost, but I pretty much doubt that.
Anyway, we ate tuna, octopus, crab and... something else which I don't remember, and one of the last ones were the middle ones. Now, my friend didn't like caviar, so she gave me hers. And I decided to try one befor the crab. It was fairly big, and the caviar had a blazing green color. Now I have seen some other colors like red, black and pale yellow, but green never. But why couldn't they have green, so I didn't stop to think...
So I chomp it down, start to chew and... there comes the hot paprika/chilli effect. My eyes become saucer-sized, they water, my face becomes red (my friend laughed at me!) and then I swallow and drink half my drink. I kid you not, it burned my nose. Well, I should have known it was seasoned with wasabi. They had the same color. When I recovered, I ate some cookies, the red ones, because I tried them first. Then I have a strange fascination with green, so I try it, and wham, there is the same taste... Wasabi again. At least it had less wasabi in it and actually tasted pleasant.
Well, then came crab and the rest, and at the end, I was faced with yet another wasabi-tinted caviar. I decided to be brave about it, so I started chewing right away before my body realizes what it is, but the effect was actually worse. So I drank the other half of my drink. But it was pleasant.
After that I ordered 2 mochi boxes for takeout, one which we started eating once we got out. Well, i would have liked any other filling, but this... Dunno what it actually is. Sweet, kinda like cocoa. Still, dunno. But I like mochi, so it was fine.
Well, that's for now. I'm tired.
I have passed the exam. ^^ But I am sleepy all the time and so much to do, so I... didn't write. Well, now I do, and I'll tell about the celebration we had with my friend yesterday.
There is a Japanese restaurant I wanted to try now for a long time, so we went there to celebrate me passing the exam. The restaurant was ok. The look was pretty, the waitresses... well, I can only describe my problem, as it has disappeared from English a while ago, so... they were theeing us. (Similar to being on a first name basis with someone - someone you are *close* with, but without them knowing your name. So... close and personal way of talking.) Well, this really didn't sit well with me, because it wasn't a cheap restaurant. Not to mention that western music was playing in the background. (Don't misunderstand me, I love Sting! But... this was a traditionally Japanese restaurant, darnit.)
So, we sit down, order drinks, and order food, and... my first obstacle came when I couldn't snap my chopsticks to separate them in two. Well, with a lot of help I did. Then came the second obstacle... my chopstick-holding was a bit rusty... and more or less nonexistent. But I got used to it rather quick.
Well, that aside, we ordered sushi. On a rectangular plate we got 5 sushi (one in the middle and 4 on each corner), and 4 maki (on each side, in between 2 corner sushis. We got 2 cucumber and 2 radish makis, so we exchanged them with my friend, because she hates cucumbers, and I hate radish.
There were some cookie thingies placed on the side, which I tried, and they were similar in taste and look to a Hungarian delicacy, so we liked it. The only down was that the sushi had no real taste. Or maybe because I was advised to eat some spicy ginger between some sushi, the taste might have been lost, but I pretty much doubt that.
Anyway, we ate tuna, octopus, crab and... something else which I don't remember, and one of the last ones were the middle ones. Now, my friend didn't like caviar, so she gave me hers. And I decided to try one befor the crab. It was fairly big, and the caviar had a blazing green color. Now I have seen some other colors like red, black and pale yellow, but green never. But why couldn't they have green, so I didn't stop to think...
So I chomp it down, start to chew and... there comes the hot paprika/chilli effect. My eyes become saucer-sized, they water, my face becomes red (my friend laughed at me!) and then I swallow and drink half my drink. I kid you not, it burned my nose. Well, I should have known it was seasoned with wasabi. They had the same color. When I recovered, I ate some cookies, the red ones, because I tried them first. Then I have a strange fascination with green, so I try it, and wham, there is the same taste... Wasabi again. At least it had less wasabi in it and actually tasted pleasant.
Well, then came crab and the rest, and at the end, I was faced with yet another wasabi-tinted caviar. I decided to be brave about it, so I started chewing right away before my body realizes what it is, but the effect was actually worse. So I drank the other half of my drink. But it was pleasant.
After that I ordered 2 mochi boxes for takeout, one which we started eating once we got out. Well, i would have liked any other filling, but this... Dunno what it actually is. Sweet, kinda like cocoa. Still, dunno. But I like mochi, so it was fine.
Well, that's for now. I'm tired.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Hurrah! Got some courses!
The sysadmin still lives, but not too long if I have anything to say about it. I can log in, which is good, but two-thirds of the courses I wanted to attend are already full. So I'll have to go and beg the teachers. Sometimes it works. Did last semester as well.
Consulting with the teacher was... interesting. She was 37 minutes late , so around 23 minutes remained from the one hour she promised us. Then she promptly started talking about allergies, and when I told her I have it from march to november, and I have it much harder than her, she promptly shut up about her 4-week long woes. (She is taking the mildest medicine, btw.)
After that, she told us a few things, got some tips (I relly hope those were tips), and then she dashed off. Got 20 minutes of talk with her - mostly about allergies.
You know, I really wish she would shave her armpits if she is wearing a sleeveless shirt, because man... It wasn't pleasant to look at. Not to mention that it is consiodered to be rude to tell a teacher that she could use some deodorant... So I didn't. God, a breath of fresh air never felt better.
Oh, and I managed to sign up for a few classes:
And the courses I wish to sniffle myself in to:
Consulting with the teacher was... interesting. She was 37 minutes late , so around 23 minutes remained from the one hour she promised us. Then she promptly started talking about allergies, and when I told her I have it from march to november, and I have it much harder than her, she promptly shut up about her 4-week long woes. (She is taking the mildest medicine, btw.)
After that, she told us a few things, got some tips (I relly hope those were tips), and then she dashed off. Got 20 minutes of talk with her - mostly about allergies.
You know, I really wish she would shave her armpits if she is wearing a sleeveless shirt, because man... It wasn't pleasant to look at. Not to mention that it is consiodered to be rude to tell a teacher that she could use some deodorant... So I didn't. God, a breath of fresh air never felt better.
Oh, and I managed to sign up for a few classes:
- Teaching Practice Course (need the other one as well)
- The History of Japan I. (1 of 2 semesters)
- The Cultural History of China
- Haiku Poetry
- Holocaust in American Literature
- Oil Wars in the 20th and 21th Century
- Near East (history) I. (1945-2005)
And the courses I wish to sniffle myself in to:
- The Life of the Vikings
- Skandinavian and Celtic Mythology
- History of Mythology
- Chaucer
- Arab-Israelian Wars
- Egyptian Mythology ( did the Egyptian Religion course last semester with the same teacher)
- and a pedagogy course (Cooperating Studying - in rough translation)
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
It's official. The system hates me. I can't log in to sign up for courses (been trying that for 2 days, lack of sleep is catching up to me), and to top it all off, when I phone the ones in charge (and I was calm, really nice and collected), they hang up when I'm explaining why I can't get the list of courses.
Not that I didn't know that those bitches don't do a thing besides hanging on the phone and trying out new nail polish, but I do believe that they at least should do their share of work, because it's all thanks to them that I can't sign up for teaching practice, and 90% of the courses, because they didn't check a friggin box that would allow me to sign up for teaching and other courses, that do not belong to the English curriculum. Not that I have the full list of English subject, mind, but at least I have a list of a few - which are already full, and I can't sign up for them, damn it!!!
And I'll raise hell if I can't ask the teacher to add me to the list of the teaching pratice course (which you have to take during your time of teaching practice), because then I'll have to stay one more additional year, and then... then I'll have to pay.
Not that I didn't know that those bitches don't do a thing besides hanging on the phone and trying out new nail polish, but I do believe that they at least should do their share of work, because it's all thanks to them that I can't sign up for teaching practice, and 90% of the courses, because they didn't check a friggin box that would allow me to sign up for teaching and other courses, that do not belong to the English curriculum. Not that I have the full list of English subject, mind, but at least I have a list of a few - which are already full, and I can't sign up for them, damn it!!!
And I'll raise hell if I can't ask the teacher to add me to the list of the teaching pratice course (which you have to take during your time of teaching practice), because then I'll have to stay one more additional year, and then... then I'll have to pay.
Friday, September 01, 2006
I nearly forgot one of the main reasons I made an English blog. Darn, my memory is bad.
So... um... "Raven". Don't you think it's high time we meet? If you are around, I expect that we should. Or need to. Whatever.
Anyway. My short-story like dreams returned, not like they leave for a long time. I don't mind them, it makes for a lot of funny, interesting or strange stories - if I have time to write them down. A few writings of mine were inspired by a dream. (Though I do occassionally have some freaky ones.)
And of course at least something interesting is happening besides me trying to stuff all my notes directly up to my brain. How? By straws, of course. - I know, I know, I'm not making much sense, but hell, I'm fed up, and that's that.
Oh, and PS: Zaraki Kenpachi is still the cutest. Today I saw a picture of him... in only a hakama. Never going to look at another male ever again. ^^ (Joking, joking. But he looked good. :P)
So... um... "Raven". Don't you think it's high time we meet? If you are around, I expect that we should. Or need to. Whatever.
Anyway. My short-story like dreams returned, not like they leave for a long time. I don't mind them, it makes for a lot of funny, interesting or strange stories - if I have time to write them down. A few writings of mine were inspired by a dream. (Though I do occassionally have some freaky ones.)
And of course at least something interesting is happening besides me trying to stuff all my notes directly up to my brain. How? By straws, of course. - I know, I know, I'm not making much sense, but hell, I'm fed up, and that's that.
Oh, and PS: Zaraki Kenpachi is still the cutest. Today I saw a picture of him... in only a hakama. Never going to look at another male ever again. ^^ (Joking, joking. But he looked good. :P)
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