Only a week until delivery of the master's work! Only a week student! Ok .. I am officially until March 31, student, and next week I will do first again what you as a student, too often does enough this: I forward my free time.
way ... if only it would be this far. But this much is yet to be written and so many thoughts do not take shape ... uff. I have really underestimated this work. Studying for exams was tough, but thesis writing is yet again something else. The head is almost frightening and somehow I land on my mind constantly subject. The last few nights accumulate also still strange dreams, which is unusual because I usually have a deep sleep.
Has anyone of you by chance the novel "Ingrid Babendererde" read by Uwe Johnson? Can we do quiet times, is good. In the center of this novel that Ingrid has therefore a protest speech, and therefore must leave the GDR. And in the end they will then live in Stuttgart. Yes, and now my dream recently that my landlord once again organized a demonstration against Stuttgart 21 (which is, in fact, very active) and that I am special responsibility to ensure that the very Ingrid Babenderede unbeschadtet their words can hold. But Neo-stasis had a stroke before and it was just before the rally somewhere an explosion, then mass panic, then killed and then I sit in bed and need first to calm a few minutes to myself again. Oh man
Another night it was still really crazy: I was invited to a wedding, somewhere, in some backwater NEM. Since I are there, I'm a little late and all the other guests were already there and waiting in front of the church and are mad at me. When I'm gone, I realize that I know of no one. Not even those who marry. The groom then takes the microphone and says that the wedding had not yet been fully funded. Anyone who's in the chruch had to clean it first so now buy three bars of chocolate. I think: What a shit, because I would rather read a French exam. Happens to be behind me then a school and so I just go. That seemed to be an inclusive Waldorf School, and in any case, I had to go Hedgehog classroom. It was recognized that it was hanging on the wall is a huge home-made hedgehog. Consisting of garbage and a few kids have just hung up the spikes yet.
then had to walk all the children, because the exam went. It was a translation exam., German-French. We could use a dictionary, but I had none of it, because I actually wanted to go to a wedding. So I get one of the teacher. A pocket dictionary that was only half as large as the other. And actually it was not a Book but a Wiener Schnitzel. And I also do not have pins, but only knife and fork. And somehow I've got no work sheet. I wanted to complain, but it was only then that I should just recommend some French text, because the chances of it then I would translate what properly with me were just as great. So I try from the Schnitzel to scrape the batter to look up a word ... but since it does not work, I eat the steak easy. The guy before me I am confused about this extreme, because he always wants to write off of me. So I complain again, so absolute that I could not work without exercise sheet and so on. My teacher is totally annoying and gives me so finally the text, should I translate the. And then I start with the first sentence I translate in English in the hope that no one noticed. Actually I can not speak French. When I finished the first set I, then the teacher came again to me, because if I want to set itself apart from her a task sheet, then it will finally prove to me that I am Catholic. But I'm not Catholic. So I fly out of the course and, fortunately, from the dream, but not out of bed. wtf
Since then, every night for me a capsule concentrate valerian with hops and since then I sleep too better.
But now: write a blog anymore, but master's thesis!
way ... if only it would be this far. But this much is yet to be written and so many thoughts do not take shape ... uff. I have really underestimated this work. Studying for exams was tough, but thesis writing is yet again something else. The head is almost frightening and somehow I land on my mind constantly subject. The last few nights accumulate also still strange dreams, which is unusual because I usually have a deep sleep.
Has anyone of you by chance the novel "Ingrid Babendererde" read by Uwe Johnson? Can we do quiet times, is good. In the center of this novel that Ingrid has therefore a protest speech, and therefore must leave the GDR. And in the end they will then live in Stuttgart. Yes, and now my dream recently that my landlord once again organized a demonstration against Stuttgart 21 (which is, in fact, very active) and that I am special responsibility to ensure that the very Ingrid Babenderede unbeschadtet their words can hold. But Neo-stasis had a stroke before and it was just before the rally somewhere an explosion, then mass panic, then killed and then I sit in bed and need first to calm a few minutes to myself again. Oh man
Another night it was still really crazy: I was invited to a wedding, somewhere, in some backwater NEM. Since I are there, I'm a little late and all the other guests were already there and waiting in front of the church and are mad at me. When I'm gone, I realize that I know of no one. Not even those who marry. The groom then takes the microphone and says that the wedding had not yet been fully funded. Anyone who's in the chruch had to clean it first so now buy three bars of chocolate. I think: What a shit, because I would rather read a French exam. Happens to be behind me then a school and so I just go. That seemed to be an inclusive Waldorf School, and in any case, I had to go Hedgehog classroom. It was recognized that it was hanging on the wall is a huge home-made hedgehog. Consisting of garbage and a few kids have just hung up the spikes yet.
then had to walk all the children, because the exam went. It was a translation exam., German-French. We could use a dictionary, but I had none of it, because I actually wanted to go to a wedding. So I get one of the teacher. A pocket dictionary that was only half as large as the other. And actually it was not a Book but a Wiener Schnitzel. And I also do not have pins, but only knife and fork. And somehow I've got no work sheet. I wanted to complain, but it was only then that I should just recommend some French text, because the chances of it then I would translate what properly with me were just as great. So I try from the Schnitzel to scrape the batter to look up a word ... but since it does not work, I eat the steak easy. The guy before me I am confused about this extreme, because he always wants to write off of me. So I complain again, so absolute that I could not work without exercise sheet and so on. My teacher is totally annoying and gives me so finally the text, should I translate the. And then I start with the first sentence I translate in English in the hope that no one noticed. Actually I can not speak French. When I finished the first set I, then the teacher came again to me, because if I want to set itself apart from her a task sheet, then it will finally prove to me that I am Catholic. But I'm not Catholic. So I fly out of the course and, fortunately, from the dream, but not out of bed. wtf
Since then, every night for me a capsule concentrate valerian with hops and since then I sleep too better.
But now: write a blog anymore, but master's thesis!
