en retard
Meant to post this a week ago or something. Oh well next post will be nice and pictureful to make up for it.
Near-tardiness. The first week or so I was here I was so out of it. Tired like I don't know and a brain stuffed to hurting with whitebread. I was always rushing and never making it places, or else making it there really stupidly early, then standing around being tired. I know I'm adjusting because that trend is changing. The past couple of days I have been consistently convinced that I'll be late, I'm so late I'llbelateaaaahhh, and then it's fine. Always fine. Tristan and I missed The Science and Sleep two times before. The first time it was our fault, the second time I ran in on time, slapped the money down and the woman claimed the theater was closed--she was off the clock so fuck us, basically. So the third time, a handful of days ago, we're clearly going to be at least a minute late and we think, well we're toast but let's try anyway. So we get off the metro and run, and this other woman--what does she do? Not only does she sell us the tickets, but because we break down and spill all our money out to prove that we don't have enough for full-priced tickets, she gives us the reduced rate even though she's not supposed to. Plus, the movie was fucking amazing.
So then at school--yes, I do go to school here after all--I think I've missed the inscription time slot and anyway I know I'm at the wrong building. The office door is closed so I bang on it and start breaking some French, and the guy just wants to know what's the matter--oh there's no problem--hey look, here's a detailed map readymade telling you where to go and don't worry, you're not late at all.
Okay so apparently you enjoy lying in advance, school, but whatever, that's great. Then yesterday--a phonetics test, maybe it'll take some time?--as if. It's talking to a woman for some minutes.
Class today and I thought for =sure= I'd be late. Ended up waiting on the stairs for five minutes just to get inside the classroom, AND I used the bathroom before I went up!
Okay but I guess that's a little out of context. See the thing is, the bathroom is on the ground floor and I have to walk up something in the vicinity of 135 steps every godddamnday in order to get to my classroom. However as for the class itself, I'm fine with it. I like my teacher, and her methods are more interesting than I anticipated. That sounds more exciting than it is--I just mean to say that we get to read and work with literary passages too rather than completing infinite grammar exercises.
Other than my daily class (from 12 to 2), I have two cultural classes (art history and one lit or another), and every other week I have an hour of phoenetics every day. Strange schedule--oh yeah and then a film class--anyway it's fun because I understand a lot of French now. When did that happen?
An artist's atelier complete with french people, a friendly variety of pettable cats both at home and about, trips to the country and a slow-cooker comprehension of the city--life is starting to pick up. a bit.
Near-tardiness. The first week or so I was here I was so out of it. Tired like I don't know and a brain stuffed to hurting with whitebread. I was always rushing and never making it places, or else making it there really stupidly early, then standing around being tired. I know I'm adjusting because that trend is changing. The past couple of days I have been consistently convinced that I'll be late, I'm so late I'llbelateaaaahhh, and then it's fine. Always fine. Tristan and I missed The Science and Sleep two times before. The first time it was our fault, the second time I ran in on time, slapped the money down and the woman claimed the theater was closed--she was off the clock so fuck us, basically. So the third time, a handful of days ago, we're clearly going to be at least a minute late and we think, well we're toast but let's try anyway. So we get off the metro and run, and this other woman--what does she do? Not only does she sell us the tickets, but because we break down and spill all our money out to prove that we don't have enough for full-priced tickets, she gives us the reduced rate even though she's not supposed to. Plus, the movie was fucking amazing.
So then at school--yes, I do go to school here after all--I think I've missed the inscription time slot and anyway I know I'm at the wrong building. The office door is closed so I bang on it and start breaking some French, and the guy just wants to know what's the matter--oh there's no problem--hey look, here's a detailed map readymade telling you where to go and don't worry, you're not late at all.
Okay so apparently you enjoy lying in advance, school, but whatever, that's great. Then yesterday--a phonetics test, maybe it'll take some time?--as if. It's talking to a woman for some minutes.
Class today and I thought for =sure= I'd be late. Ended up waiting on the stairs for five minutes just to get inside the classroom, AND I used the bathroom before I went up!
Okay but I guess that's a little out of context. See the thing is, the bathroom is on the ground floor and I have to walk up something in the vicinity of 135 steps every godddamnday in order to get to my classroom. However as for the class itself, I'm fine with it. I like my teacher, and her methods are more interesting than I anticipated. That sounds more exciting than it is--I just mean to say that we get to read and work with literary passages too rather than completing infinite grammar exercises.
Other than my daily class (from 12 to 2), I have two cultural classes (art history and one lit or another), and every other week I have an hour of phoenetics every day. Strange schedule--oh yeah and then a film class--anyway it's fun because I understand a lot of French now. When did that happen?
An artist's atelier complete with french people, a friendly variety of pettable cats both at home and about, trips to the country and a slow-cooker comprehension of the city--life is starting to pick up. a bit.
posted by Christine at 9:24 AM
1 Comments:
oh goodness, the university seamless systemlessness in germany is ridiculous. in fact, i have (will have) a post about it. i thought germans were supposed to be punctual and...strict or something.
and don't fret, i'm sure you'll be late for something eventually.
love love.
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