Wednesday, June 17
Sunday, June 14
a pile of useles teenager-like grumbling about school :)
I don't even know why exactly am I writing this right now. I guess I just have to share :)
I'm a bit angry with myself because of my school work. I knew this year would be difficult so I was a good girl and passed 2/7 obligatory exams in winter term, another 2 before the summer exam term started so I could fully concentrate on the hardest top three now and also pass all of them until July and then have holidays until October. Yeah right. Unfortunately my laziness won. I've been studying, reading, studying, studying and studying 24/7 for the last 14 days - that Slovene literature exam sucked all the life out of me. And when I have (luckily & happilly) passed it I was so happy about it and so sick of studying I just couldn't do it any more so I postponed one of my exams to September exam term. Not a smart move ... I already know that now, I think I will be 100% sure about it in September when everyone else will do absolutely nothing and I will have to study Slovene syntax :) Yuck. Tomorrow I'm going back to Maribor to get my notes for another exam I have on July 7th. It's the English verb exam, maybe my tenses would get better after that one :) School just sux during exam terms!
However ... few weeks ago (when I have just started my annual pre-exams depression) there was an event for university graduates at our faculty. I was so jealous. I still have another 2 years of lectures, classes and seminars do, a thousand exams to pass and write a diploma paper. Actually I'm a double myjor student so I'll have to write two of them! Oh my god ... when will I ever have time and energy to do all that? :)
I'm a bit angry with myself because of my school work. I knew this year would be difficult so I was a good girl and passed 2/7 obligatory exams in winter term, another 2 before the summer exam term started so I could fully concentrate on the hardest top three now and also pass all of them until July and then have holidays until October. Yeah right. Unfortunately my laziness won. I've been studying, reading, studying, studying and studying 24/7 for the last 14 days - that Slovene literature exam sucked all the life out of me. And when I have (luckily & happilly) passed it I was so happy about it and so sick of studying I just couldn't do it any more so I postponed one of my exams to September exam term. Not a smart move ... I already know that now, I think I will be 100% sure about it in September when everyone else will do absolutely nothing and I will have to study Slovene syntax :) Yuck. Tomorrow I'm going back to Maribor to get my notes for another exam I have on July 7th. It's the English verb exam, maybe my tenses would get better after that one :) School just sux during exam terms!
However ... few weeks ago (when I have just started my annual pre-exams depression) there was an event for university graduates at our faculty. I was so jealous. I still have another 2 years of lectures, classes and seminars do, a thousand exams to pass and write a diploma paper. Actually I'm a double myjor student so I'll have to write two of them! Oh my god ... when will I ever have time and energy to do all that? :)
Labels:
school
Friday, June 5
the progress
I found an interesting thought in my old blog post (oct 07): "Yesterday I found an interesting website. It's called facebook and it is quite useful for finding old and new friends ... " Oh my god! It's just like someone said "I saw something interesting today. It's called a car." :)
P.S.: I'm sorry for neglecting my blog, not commenting any others' , not commenting back, not reading others' posts ...... But my exams are killing me. See you again in the middle of July. :)
Monday, June 1
The great ball
Today I ran into an interesting thought I will try to translate as well as I can. I was reading a book that was describing a ball in a small town in 1880. Although I can still consider myself as very young I still accepted this one with nostalgic feelings. :)
He was extremely absent-minded, just like a 20 year old lad on the morning after a beautiful, amusing ball, where he had the chance to dance and court to a ceartain young lady. May they do whatever they want, young people on the day after the ball are restless and absent-minded. In the afternoon you can see and meet every one of them in the streets, where their girls live, although they don't have any business to do there. Such a lad walks timidly and if you're a friend of his, he'll avoid you if he could, or else he'll blush, having a premonition that you know his intentions.
Oh, where are the years of our youth! :)) Just kidding. But reading this I remembered a habit from primary school. When the hormones started to mess with our heads we often molested the student on duty to get other students' timetables for that day. Mostly cute boys, of course. ;) Then we followed them around, giggling. :)
Although I suffer preparing for this exam on Slovene romantic realistic literature, swinging between tears, fear and sometimes even a bit of optimism, there are still interesting things in those books, written two centuries ago. :)
He was extremely absent-minded, just like a 20 year old lad on the morning after a beautiful, amusing ball, where he had the chance to dance and court to a ceartain young lady. May they do whatever they want, young people on the day after the ball are restless and absent-minded. In the afternoon you can see and meet every one of them in the streets, where their girls live, although they don't have any business to do there. Such a lad walks timidly and if you're a friend of his, he'll avoid you if he could, or else he'll blush, having a premonition that you know his intentions.
Oh, where are the years of our youth! :)) Just kidding. But reading this I remembered a habit from primary school. When the hormones started to mess with our heads we often molested the student on duty to get other students' timetables for that day. Mostly cute boys, of course. ;) Then we followed them around, giggling. :)
Although I suffer preparing for this exam on Slovene romantic realistic literature, swinging between tears, fear and sometimes even a bit of optimism, there are still interesting things in those books, written two centuries ago. :)
Labels:
book,
literature,
youth
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)