I wanna go to Potsdam
Jul. 8th, 2006 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickleThis week has been damn busy and exhausting. I've started my intensive German summer course, which I'm actually loving to bitty bits. We're 19-ish students (only one is a guy) and mostly young. The teacher (female) is real nice too and, curiously, a red-head, like all my other German teachers. Hmm... Anywho, the four hours are broken up every hour and quarter by a fifteen minute break, which is nice. But the classes themselves aren't exhasuting because there's a lot of chatting and group work, so it's really just socializing in German.
I went out with a girl from my class, Oti, to the Caixa Forum where they hold free concerts every Wednesday. This week it was jazz and poetry (in Catalan) which was actually a very nice mix, and I understood quite a bit of the poems.
We'll be doing this weekly. The new chick in my flat, Ines (who's Polish, speaks seven languages and is finishing law studies) is really nice and we've hit it off well. I invited her to ocme along next Wednesday, 'cause she doesn't know many people either. Alba is definately leaving the flat (and I haven't seen hide nor hair of her for ages) and Manuel, whom I glimpsed a few days back, is also leaving come September. A few people have come to see the room Alba's leaving (or, well, the room Ines will vacate in preference for Alba's), including two very cute boys. Alas, the boys came together and would have wanted to find a flat together and didn't look related.
I so would have snogged one.
But that might be the lack of snogging talking. (And yes, it's giving me a perverse sort of satisfaction to write "snog". Silly word.)
So more social, but two weeks running of zero Univerisity investigation and likewise on communicating with my brother (who promised to upload and/or send me pictures).
Today I gave the last English Conversation class, so goodbye erratic twelve euros. I don't think we had a single class last month. Today's was evil on my part because I brought in an old Scientific American special issue on Earth in 2050. We talked about the avian flu and how pharmaceutical companies are orchastrating everything for cash. (I disagree on the "avian flu is not a concern at all 'cause it's just a ploy to sell drugs", but there you go.)
I'm going back to Barcelona today, hopefully to go to the beach tomorrow. And write an essay on Potsdam for my German course. I have spent the entire morning researching bits, so I think I'm allowed a break.
Gran, who's got a social life now chatting up the neighbours, is peeved at my not having called in two weeks. Mom called her, got peeved at having Gran upset at her, so naturally she called me and got peeved at me. Um... Basically, one shoudln't call people when you are angry with other people if you are then going to get angry at the person you're calling.
Not very nice at all.
Ugh. Must get ready for train. Yesterday I got here so freakin', late after such a long day, to an empty house... And mom's all "why don't you go home for lunch after your German course" and I try to remind her that, yes, I have a two hour break between work and class, but that actually getting home and then to class takes up one hour, and making and eating lunch another. "But it's good to be busy" she says, to which I reply: "Busy, yes. But having to eat lunch whilst running towards the bus isn't the way to spend mid-day break."
I went out with a girl from my class, Oti, to the Caixa Forum where they hold free concerts every Wednesday. This week it was jazz and poetry (in Catalan) which was actually a very nice mix, and I understood quite a bit of the poems.
We'll be doing this weekly. The new chick in my flat, Ines (who's Polish, speaks seven languages and is finishing law studies) is really nice and we've hit it off well. I invited her to ocme along next Wednesday, 'cause she doesn't know many people either. Alba is definately leaving the flat (and I haven't seen hide nor hair of her for ages) and Manuel, whom I glimpsed a few days back, is also leaving come September. A few people have come to see the room Alba's leaving (or, well, the room Ines will vacate in preference for Alba's), including two very cute boys. Alas, the boys came together and would have wanted to find a flat together and didn't look related.
I so would have snogged one.
But that might be the lack of snogging talking. (And yes, it's giving me a perverse sort of satisfaction to write "snog". Silly word.)
So more social, but two weeks running of zero Univerisity investigation and likewise on communicating with my brother (who promised to upload and/or send me pictures).
Today I gave the last English Conversation class, so goodbye erratic twelve euros. I don't think we had a single class last month. Today's was evil on my part because I brought in an old Scientific American special issue on Earth in 2050. We talked about the avian flu and how pharmaceutical companies are orchastrating everything for cash. (I disagree on the "avian flu is not a concern at all 'cause it's just a ploy to sell drugs", but there you go.)
I'm going back to Barcelona today, hopefully to go to the beach tomorrow. And write an essay on Potsdam for my German course. I have spent the entire morning researching bits, so I think I'm allowed a break.
Gran, who's got a social life now chatting up the neighbours, is peeved at my not having called in two weeks. Mom called her, got peeved at having Gran upset at her, so naturally she called me and got peeved at me. Um... Basically, one shoudln't call people when you are angry with other people if you are then going to get angry at the person you're calling.
Not very nice at all.
Ugh. Must get ready for train. Yesterday I got here so freakin', late after such a long day, to an empty house... And mom's all "why don't you go home for lunch after your German course" and I try to remind her that, yes, I have a two hour break between work and class, but that actually getting home and then to class takes up one hour, and making and eating lunch another. "But it's good to be busy" she says, to which I reply: "Busy, yes. But having to eat lunch whilst running towards the bus isn't the way to spend mid-day break."
