my talkative day
i was late from school again - it wouldn't really be a problem if it ahdn't been the same class i had already been late three times before. it's so frustrating! i was up today and went down to catch th ebus. it wasn't coming. it' still wasn't coming. i was already far from the tram stop - which from I could have taken a different route, - so I kept waiting. it became 940...and then i got myself fancying the idea of the class starting at 1030 instead of 10 more and more. so i waited, then the bus came, i got to my stop walked over to the trolleybus and then got to the campus at 1020. the class of course had started at 10. i knocked on the door and asked prof. james if i could still go in. of course.
and then, i talked a a lot during the class. i didnt mean to make up for the lateness. i just really felt it important to speak up - we were discussing the the differenceces between lectures and presentations...and then i mentioned some examples about my american experiences, and tehn i got the argument of "there you only needed to take 4-5 courses, but here you have 11-15! and tehn the money argument! gosh, i can't believe that these people seriously think that this is the problem. i agree - you get back as much as you give in...but then, fuck it, please, put in something. no discussions, no dialog, no challange. these are all related. i wish i could say that now, getting closer to my stuides, i still feel teh enthusiasm about school as i did in tehbeginnig. but i can't. they talk about having nice teachers..oh, yeah - but what do i gain by having a nice person if the skills i should be able to use are not given any chance to be practiced. i'm often asked what is it with america,politically mostly - i can't answer anythign more than what I personally gather from not primarily university sources (not the presented, digested, and acquired knowledge) but from the media and possible from some outside-classroom discussions. i was telling them about the number of papers i needed to write to just one class. besides the astonished faces i got the uhs-ahs - here professors wouldnt do that cuz they are not given teh money and/or are researchers, etc. i had researchers in the us too - plus: students are not given salaries - and i thin k ont eh level of the discusssions we were having especially, that is the problematic area that we have to look at.
and this is just a slice of all the arguments. gosh, it was a pretty good class.
today i got a repsonse from corrado and marina: im gonna be staying for as long as i can. im gonna be visiting their workshops, and look a ttheir wokr with two groups. and....well, about this later!! :) you know, my superstitions. i'm gonna be staying at aristide's house. i hope that things won't get awry...i really don't want him to believe in something that's not close to reality.
I NEED TO STOP BEING NICE!
and then again: an update on my "flirt". today he called . and then he asked me to call him back or something...which i did. actually, i am curious where this thing is going. and its fun. :) yeah. as im thinking about it more, im just inda wanna know where htings oculd evolve. i dont really have a crush on him, actually, and it just makes it even more interesting. especially, becuase then i cant tell why im...smiling. :) so, i misdialled. a girl picked it up and ...well, yeah - "haha" and then his phone died. called me back and was tryying hard to when ig ot back the outgoing, he said he doesnt wanna .....and then after some more casual sentences he suddenly hung up.
there's drama at seigel street too. i wish i could be there. i do! its just not good to hear...well....roomies, roomies....i wanna have magival powers to solve all the problems and get back the good times of the summer.....:) why do i believe so badly that then it'd be better???
im kinda starting to feel different here too - weird, but different in the positive way. though, goign away and havng all the plans help me look at "the here" from a differetn point of view. namely: i feel so "out" that i jsut dont care. i dont bother with things that much...space out when stupidity or the same circles are baing run by people around me....i concentrate on my things, im living my reality ...in my head and aorund me too....so far, it works out fine...i think i just make my mum more and more confused and less certain again about what the heck's gonn a happen...but....gosh, i dunno either...I SERIOUSLY HAVE TO FIGURE OUT SOMETHING MORE CONCRETE, SOMETHING MORE CONCRETE ABOUT THE PLANS I HAVE FOR GOING BACK TO THE STATES....GOING BACK...GOING BACK..GOING BACK.
