I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, nothing really interesting happened and this blog was starting to look like my diary.
So I did start my job, and everything is going rather smoothly, and I'm 8 days away from my first exam, which is really, really, really nerve racking, because it's a math exam and it's, um, less than 194 hours away (I'm really hoping I got this right, because or else I'm doomed). I'm not even sure how he'll fill in two hours and fifty minutes of material on the exam, because we've only been in school for three weeks at this point.
Which brings me to the next point. Last thursday, I may or may not have walked out of class early, despite telling myself not to (But really we were just doing chem problems and the questions were getting kind of stupid), but don't you worry, it came back to bite me in the butt pretty hard. A guy walked out at the same time as me, and we started talking. On the metro, he asked me for my number, but I told him that I didn't know it by heart and let him put his in my phone - that way, he could only get my number if I texted him... ya dig?
Anyway, an hour later he'd managed to find me on the school site using only my nickname (which, to be fair, is not a stretch from my first name), send me an e-mail to my private address saying we should "meet up and discuss" and add me on facebook. Also, his facebook name wasn't the same he'd given me on the metro.
I think for the first time in my life I actually lost it. I was hyperventilating and crying by the time I called my friend, who did a wonderful job calming me down (so if she's reading this right now, thanks for that, K).
I did try to switch classes, but I couldn't for technical reasons, so yesterday when I ran into him as I walked into class (of course, I'd never seen this guy before and now he's everywhere), I completely ignored him. Same with when he sat down beside me.
Oh, and he talks to himself while he does chemistry. If I hadn't been so creeped out, I would have threatened to shove a pen down his throat if he didn't stop. Kiddiiiiing!
I also asked a question about a bio class on the forum (du genre: "Hey, I wasn't there for the first fifteen minutes, I can't find which powerpoint slide the teacher started with, can someone recap?"), which prompted a response, but also a friend request by a ex-moroccian-doctor that doesn't understand that I in fact do understand biology, and no, I really don't want to "meet up and work on it together." (I'm paraphrasing and translating, but no worries, there is no loss in translation issues here. This is actually happening.)
So far, the most interesting moment of my day is still taking the metro, where everything I can't imagine has happened, including some old drunk dude offering me beer and sign languaging something about an arrow and a thumbs up to me.
I did make a few new friends (My age, or almost, thankfully), so that is pretty exciting, seeing as I definitely thought I'd be the hermit type of student.
Anyway, my thirty minutes of grace is up (I went to bed at 1:30 after finishing a couple things, and set my alarm at 6:15 before realising I only had to be out the door at 7:30 after all. I then decided if I went back to bed, I would die and never get up again.), so I shall be going.
Until next time!
~Vero
So I did start my job, and everything is going rather smoothly, and I'm 8 days away from my first exam, which is really, really, really nerve racking, because it's a math exam and it's, um, less than 194 hours away (I'm really hoping I got this right, because or else I'm doomed). I'm not even sure how he'll fill in two hours and fifty minutes of material on the exam, because we've only been in school for three weeks at this point.
Which brings me to the next point. Last thursday, I may or may not have walked out of class early, despite telling myself not to (But really we were just doing chem problems and the questions were getting kind of stupid), but don't you worry, it came back to bite me in the butt pretty hard. A guy walked out at the same time as me, and we started talking. On the metro, he asked me for my number, but I told him that I didn't know it by heart and let him put his in my phone - that way, he could only get my number if I texted him... ya dig?
Anyway, an hour later he'd managed to find me on the school site using only my nickname (which, to be fair, is not a stretch from my first name), send me an e-mail to my private address saying we should "meet up and discuss" and add me on facebook. Also, his facebook name wasn't the same he'd given me on the metro.
I think for the first time in my life I actually lost it. I was hyperventilating and crying by the time I called my friend, who did a wonderful job calming me down (so if she's reading this right now, thanks for that, K).
I did try to switch classes, but I couldn't for technical reasons, so yesterday when I ran into him as I walked into class (of course, I'd never seen this guy before and now he's everywhere), I completely ignored him. Same with when he sat down beside me.
Oh, and he talks to himself while he does chemistry. If I hadn't been so creeped out, I would have threatened to shove a pen down his throat if he didn't stop. Kiddiiiiing!
I also asked a question about a bio class on the forum (du genre: "Hey, I wasn't there for the first fifteen minutes, I can't find which powerpoint slide the teacher started with, can someone recap?"), which prompted a response, but also a friend request by a ex-moroccian-doctor that doesn't understand that I in fact do understand biology, and no, I really don't want to "meet up and work on it together." (I'm paraphrasing and translating, but no worries, there is no loss in translation issues here. This is actually happening.)
So far, the most interesting moment of my day is still taking the metro, where everything I can't imagine has happened, including some old drunk dude offering me beer and sign languaging something about an arrow and a thumbs up to me.
I did make a few new friends (My age, or almost, thankfully), so that is pretty exciting, seeing as I definitely thought I'd be the hermit type of student.
Anyway, my thirty minutes of grace is up (I went to bed at 1:30 after finishing a couple things, and set my alarm at 6:15 before realising I only had to be out the door at 7:30 after all. I then decided if I went back to bed, I would die and never get up again.), so I shall be going.
Until next time!
~Vero
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