I thought of an awesome answer to the question "what are you going to do with your degree?"
Make a paper airplane out of it. Seriously.
Today was the first day of class. I was bummed. I had been enjoyed hanging around Prague, taking my time, not having anyone expect anything of me, being able to do whatever I wanted, no pressure. Here's what one of the professors (to paraphrase) said about the class: "Some programs are taught by fellow backpackers. But this program is very academic and we expect you to work." On top of that I've read all three books which have been assigned for the course. Actually, I had them at home, and could have brought them if I'd known in advance. I'm not looking forward to buying another copy of The Joke.
Anyway, I'm having a really hard time with the lack of personal space on this trip. It's made me realize that I am basically unsociable 80% of the time. But usually it isn't an issue because I don't have to spend that 80% of the time hanging around with people. Also, I think the reason I was apprehensive about blogging is because mostly, I'll just use my blog to bitch about stuff. But, c'mon, who wants to read about what a great time you're having? It's boring.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Mon Ami
Oh drinking, my one true love.
Moved in to the apartment today. It's pretty much a hotel room. I'm sleeping on the fold-out couch, it seems, for the next ten weeks. I almost prefer the hostel.
It turns out the place across the street from the apartment has free wi-fi, and cheap beer. So I expect I will be here all the time. It's convenient.
My head is empty right now. How does this always happen when I'm writing?
Never mind. The beer is here.
Moved in to the apartment today. It's pretty much a hotel room. I'm sleeping on the fold-out couch, it seems, for the next ten weeks. I almost prefer the hostel.
It turns out the place across the street from the apartment has free wi-fi, and cheap beer. So I expect I will be here all the time. It's convenient.
My head is empty right now. How does this always happen when I'm writing?
Never mind. The beer is here.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Inaugural Post
I feel like I'm in the way.
It's 8:13 in the morning and the cleaning crew is mopping the floor of the computer room. I'm on the hostel computers because I'm too lazy to drag my laptop down six flights of stairs. That would involve walking back up the six flights of stairs to my room. I'll pass.
Some American girls moved in to my dorm room last night. Its a big room, 12 beds, although part of it can be partitioned so if the people in their enclave feel like being seperate they can and then the big room really only has 8 beds. There's also a loft with two beds, which was taken the night I moved in, but I really would have like to move up there. Its private, for one thing.
I thought about asking the American girls if they wanted to go get some food. They're cute, and apparently nice, but I was struck with dread at the prospect of the conversation we would have, the same conversation I've had with almost every single person I've interacted with since I've been here. The "oh, where are you from I'm from here they sure do things differently over here." conversation. After five days I'm bored with the getting-to-know-you-in-Europe small talk. Maybe this is why I'm bad at making friends: getting to know people is profoundly boring work.
On the bright side, the book I'm reading, A Fraction of the Whole, is great. I previously breezed through Haruki Murakami's After the Quake in two evenings. Also a great book. And I've taken a lot of pretty pictures that I have yet to put on the internets because the internet connection at the hostel sucks. I'm hoping things will be better at school.
I'll try to sum up the last five days a little later. Not that anything of great interest has happened...
But first, breakfast!
It's 8:13 in the morning and the cleaning crew is mopping the floor of the computer room. I'm on the hostel computers because I'm too lazy to drag my laptop down six flights of stairs. That would involve walking back up the six flights of stairs to my room. I'll pass.
Some American girls moved in to my dorm room last night. Its a big room, 12 beds, although part of it can be partitioned so if the people in their enclave feel like being seperate they can and then the big room really only has 8 beds. There's also a loft with two beds, which was taken the night I moved in, but I really would have like to move up there. Its private, for one thing.
I thought about asking the American girls if they wanted to go get some food. They're cute, and apparently nice, but I was struck with dread at the prospect of the conversation we would have, the same conversation I've had with almost every single person I've interacted with since I've been here. The "oh, where are you from I'm from here they sure do things differently over here." conversation. After five days I'm bored with the getting-to-know-you-in-Europe small talk. Maybe this is why I'm bad at making friends: getting to know people is profoundly boring work.
On the bright side, the book I'm reading, A Fraction of the Whole, is great. I previously breezed through Haruki Murakami's After the Quake in two evenings. Also a great book. And I've taken a lot of pretty pictures that I have yet to put on the internets because the internet connection at the hostel sucks. I'm hoping things will be better at school.
I'll try to sum up the last five days a little later. Not that anything of great interest has happened...
But first, breakfast!
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