I've just finished my first week of classes. I'm not entirely sure if that's good or bad though, based on the amount of work I'm going to have to do in the near future.
At some point last weekend I managed to lose my voice. That of course morphed into full-on fresher's flu. This blog really needs photos, so I have thoughtfully found one to represent my state over the past few days.
Pathetic looking and sounding pretty much sums it up. I've made my way through an entire box of tissues and bottle of cough medicine. The tissues were Mr. Men ones too - I'm sad to see them gone. If I'm going to need tissues I might as well have happy ones! The new box has boring white ones.
Anyway, I'm just about recovered, which is excellent news. I had all three of my classes this week and am slightly daunted. The system here is really independent. All my professors have essentially given me giant lists of books and told me to read some of them for each week. It's absolutely not what I'm familiar with, and that makes me nervous. On top of that people in my classes seem fairly on the ball. In one of them we were shown pictures and asked to identify the people. I had no clue who any of them were (though I did recognize a few of the names, to my credit). It probably didn't help that I was the only person hacking up a lung and constantly blowing my nose. Chances are I just passed on my cold to a significant number of people. Sorry!
I'm settling in rather well otherwise. I've actually managed to sleep well in my bed for more that two hours (except the night where I spill cough medicine everywhere). I've even cooked meals that weren't disasters (though I'll admit most of my fridge space is taken with condiments and beverages). I learned how to properly defrost frozen items. I've been picking up a paper most days and sitting down to read it with lunch (it makes me feel smart). I'm even trying the crosswords and sudoku.
I've been mostly staying in during the evenings (sickness + alcohol = disaster). Tonight the windsurfing club was having a pub crawl, so I went to that. It was Hawaiian-themed, and they tied us together (to turn it into a three-legged pub crawl). I ended up in a group of three, which was a bit of a disaster. But fun. I really liked the people, so hopefully I'll see them again.
At some point last weekend I managed to lose my voice. That of course morphed into full-on fresher's flu. This blog really needs photos, so I have thoughtfully found one to represent my state over the past few days.
Pathetic looking and sounding pretty much sums it up. I've made my way through an entire box of tissues and bottle of cough medicine. The tissues were Mr. Men ones too - I'm sad to see them gone. If I'm going to need tissues I might as well have happy ones! The new box has boring white ones.Anyway, I'm just about recovered, which is excellent news. I had all three of my classes this week and am slightly daunted. The system here is really independent. All my professors have essentially given me giant lists of books and told me to read some of them for each week. It's absolutely not what I'm familiar with, and that makes me nervous. On top of that people in my classes seem fairly on the ball. In one of them we were shown pictures and asked to identify the people. I had no clue who any of them were (though I did recognize a few of the names, to my credit). It probably didn't help that I was the only person hacking up a lung and constantly blowing my nose. Chances are I just passed on my cold to a significant number of people. Sorry!
I'm settling in rather well otherwise. I've actually managed to sleep well in my bed for more that two hours (except the night where I spill cough medicine everywhere). I've even cooked meals that weren't disasters (though I'll admit most of my fridge space is taken with condiments and beverages). I learned how to properly defrost frozen items. I've been picking up a paper most days and sitting down to read it with lunch (it makes me feel smart). I'm even trying the crosswords and sudoku.
I've been mostly staying in during the evenings (sickness + alcohol = disaster). Tonight the windsurfing club was having a pub crawl, so I went to that. It was Hawaiian-themed, and they tied us together (to turn it into a three-legged pub crawl). I ended up in a group of three, which was a bit of a disaster. But fun. I really liked the people, so hopefully I'll see them again.
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