Warm, tingly feelings
I got my first pseudo-legitimate piece of pseudo-fan mail today, it was awesome. Now all I need is psuedo-legitimate hate mail; then I can call myself a real blogger.
There’s definitely a lack of stress associated with exams over here. You have five hours to complete the test, and it’s not uncommon for people to walk out after two hours or so. The generous timeframes, the low-pressure buildup, and the fact that my actual grades are indiscernable make for a relatively painless experience. That being said, the first final still smacked me around a bit.
Today’s the programming test, followed by a complete and total departure from responsibility. If you CEST folks want to join me in a bit of self-destructive consumption, give me a ring/im/mail/punchToTheFace/impersonalWallMessage and we can kill brain cells together at 22h or so.
(future post ideas, just so I don’t forget: residence, priorities, cultural comparisons, vega-tables)
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I want to be self distructive. Why do you never invite me? I don’t think I am a CEST person… but I am a person too.
I didn’t invite you because I didn’t want to pay for a plan ticket to get you into a country that uses Central European Summer Time.
Much heart, duchess.