I don't think I ever simply pass an hour by in the States. I always have to feel productive. People don't make excuses for taking leisure time here. I absolutely love it. The phrase lazy Sunday must have originated in Europe. I thought that once I was here I'd be doing a lot less busywork/homework and a lot more chilling at cafes and drinking cappucinos (ie hot chocolates)...I was right. Not once have I been pressed for a deadline, but instead I have to keep up with readings for each class as and when I want.
The only vaguely stressful things on the horizon are the oral exams and the dissertations that are scattered throughout the semester. Each person in a class is assigned a class day to present their expose (oral). My first once is a little over a week away and the topic is UNFICYP (UN peacekeeping operation in Cyprus). That shouldn't be too hard...except UNFICYP is the operation that my professor was involved in so my research has got to be airtight. Wahoo. I'm great at making life-decisions. Why couldn't I just choose something really obscure and make some vague but intelligent theoretical analyses and get a 20/20? Whatever.
However, today I woke up at 12. I contemplated cleaning my room. I ate mango ice cream. I went to a diner (yes, the American diner - it's called Breakfast In America) and got pancakes. I figure since I'm here for the year I shouldn't feel guilty about indulging in a few diner trips here and there. Reminded me of Johnny's back in Boston.
Probably going to go eat some bread and Camembert, contemplate possibly doing some reading, fold my clothes, and take a pre-bedtime nap. My life is so stressful.
The only vaguely stressful things on the horizon are the oral exams and the dissertations that are scattered throughout the semester. Each person in a class is assigned a class day to present their expose (oral). My first once is a little over a week away and the topic is UNFICYP (UN peacekeeping operation in Cyprus). That shouldn't be too hard...except UNFICYP is the operation that my professor was involved in so my research has got to be airtight. Wahoo. I'm great at making life-decisions. Why couldn't I just choose something really obscure and make some vague but intelligent theoretical analyses and get a 20/20? Whatever.
However, today I woke up at 12. I contemplated cleaning my room. I ate mango ice cream. I went to a diner (yes, the American diner - it's called Breakfast In America) and got pancakes. I figure since I'm here for the year I shouldn't feel guilty about indulging in a few diner trips here and there. Reminded me of Johnny's back in Boston.
Probably going to go eat some bread and Camembert, contemplate possibly doing some reading, fold my clothes, and take a pre-bedtime nap. My life is so stressful.
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