So it's 1 in the morning here. The internet in my room has stopped working. It keeps telling me that "google.com" does not exist. I stepped outside hoping for a better connection. Guess what though! It's cold!! Like really cold! Like I'm going to go back inside now.
I had honestly forgotten what cold feels like.
As exciting as this is, I'm still pretty ok with hot.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Update
So I've been super stoked on writing letters the past week or two, which has killed any motivation to blog. And I'm not particularly motivated this evening either, but I just had a frozen chocolate milk and have to do something with the sugar rush.
1) Typical ways in which I make a fool of myself:
So on Tuesday's I have two lectures back to back that are two hours each. That's then followed by a one hour lecture. Killer. During the first week that all my professors showed up, I just about passed out in the second two hour lecture because it was so hot and my stomach was so empty. (Sidenote: I don't know what it is, but it is just so hot and humid here that if you don't eat at regular intervals you just die. Like dizzy, have to sit down, can't go on. It's so weird. Hence the regular frozen chocolate milks.)
So last week I decide to be prepared. I jet from my first two hour lecture and get a whole bunch of snacks to keep me entertained through lecture two. (That's the other thing. My attention span (translation:lack thereof) does not do well with two hour lectures.) I roll into class with a Coke, some plantain chips, and popcorn. I start quickly heading to the back of the hall as lecture should be starting any second. Then some girl stops me and is all "are you in the right lecture?" and I'm all "well that depends, what class is this?" and she's all "professional French" and I'm all "oui! je parle francais tres bien!"
I wish. I was supposed to be in Ethics of the New Testament. I turned around and realized that I wasn't in a class getting ready to start. I had barged into a class smack dab in the middle of a lecture. Perfect. The addition of my armful of snacks really added to the idiot American look I had going on.
Except, this totally wasn't my fault! The classroom was moved and no one told me.
I went to the department office to find the new room number. It was painful. I was all "where was Ethics of the New Testament moved to?" and the guy was all "Ethics of the New Testament? Ohhh that started a half hour ago..." and I was all "I know! The room moved. No one was there." and he was all "Oh, you see you just go to JQB 12 at 1:30 and the class will be there." and I was all "I KNOW! I went there and the only class there was a professional French class. And that's not the same as the New Testament. Believe me. I tested it." and he was all "Ok. So just go to JQB 12." and then I screamed. Not really, but there was this bee that kept flying into the light above me, like it was banging it's head on the wall or something. And I was like "you and me both little guy. you and me both." I never found the room. Will try again this week.
2) This picture that I found on my computer. I certainly did not put it there. But I am now reaping the benefit of its presence.
3) For as long as I can remember I have always been exhausted. I could take a 5 hour nap or sleep 12 hours in a night and still be soooo tired the next day. Work and school and everything was always so hard to concentrate on for more than about 30 seconds at a time. I always thought I was just a little attention deficit or something. Turns out I wasn't the problem. Life was the problem. After 6 weeks here (can you believe it's been 6 weeks?) I seem to have made up for years and years of sleep debt. I wake up before 7 every morning and I have energy all day! I can think all day! I can listen all day! It's absolutely amazing. I didn't even realize how exhausted I was until I became not exhausted. I can't even describe how awesome it feels. I never want to be exhausted like that again. Maybe I'll just stay here forever. (Just kidding Mom.) (But also kind of not really.)
1) Typical ways in which I make a fool of myself:
So on Tuesday's I have two lectures back to back that are two hours each. That's then followed by a one hour lecture. Killer. During the first week that all my professors showed up, I just about passed out in the second two hour lecture because it was so hot and my stomach was so empty. (Sidenote: I don't know what it is, but it is just so hot and humid here that if you don't eat at regular intervals you just die. Like dizzy, have to sit down, can't go on. It's so weird. Hence the regular frozen chocolate milks.)
So last week I decide to be prepared. I jet from my first two hour lecture and get a whole bunch of snacks to keep me entertained through lecture two. (That's the other thing. My attention span (translation:lack thereof) does not do well with two hour lectures.) I roll into class with a Coke, some plantain chips, and popcorn. I start quickly heading to the back of the hall as lecture should be starting any second. Then some girl stops me and is all "are you in the right lecture?" and I'm all "well that depends, what class is this?" and she's all "professional French" and I'm all "oui! je parle francais tres bien!"
I wish. I was supposed to be in Ethics of the New Testament. I turned around and realized that I wasn't in a class getting ready to start. I had barged into a class smack dab in the middle of a lecture. Perfect. The addition of my armful of snacks really added to the idiot American look I had going on.
Except, this totally wasn't my fault! The classroom was moved and no one told me.
I went to the department office to find the new room number. It was painful. I was all "where was Ethics of the New Testament moved to?" and the guy was all "Ethics of the New Testament? Ohhh that started a half hour ago..." and I was all "I know! The room moved. No one was there." and he was all "Oh, you see you just go to JQB 12 at 1:30 and the class will be there." and I was all "I KNOW! I went there and the only class there was a professional French class. And that's not the same as the New Testament. Believe me. I tested it." and he was all "Ok. So just go to JQB 12." and then I screamed. Not really, but there was this bee that kept flying into the light above me, like it was banging it's head on the wall or something. And I was like "you and me both little guy. you and me both." I never found the room. Will try again this week.
2) This picture that I found on my computer. I certainly did not put it there. But I am now reaping the benefit of its presence.
My sister is the best cat owner of all time.
I'm so happy I found this.
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