A fortnight, because that's more or less the interval between each one of my blog posts*, seems like an eternity. So much has happened since I last wrote, and yet everything is more or less the same. So, maybe I'm the thing that's changed. Ew. Is that too cliché?
This semester has been challenging in many ways, but also super rewarding. I've gotten a lot done! Doing night classes--teaching beginners--has given me a sense of what teaching is actually like (and it's not that bad). Hopefully the students retain at least some of the information I assume I'm giving them.
I've been reading (+ listening) to at least three books at a time, which can feel overwhelming, but this sensation is something I really enjoy. The sensation that I'm accomplishing something. It may be a weak attempt at simulating a college reading pattern (without having to write the essays), but oh well.
I do miss school. But also the idea of applying to school is disgusting. Maybe this is because nothing seems to fit just right. I love English and Creative Writing, but I don't want to only study those things. I want to go to a liberal arts graduate school. Hartwick has ruined me.
I've also had my fill of excursions: skiing and other various day-trips. These can be draining physically, as well as socially (poor little introvert), but they are SO WORTH IT. Part of me wants to stay in Nice just so I can keep skiing.
Also, my camera broke. So that's fun.
Here's are some stolen photos from Helena's album:
We went to St. Marguerite, an island off the coast of Cannes and had a picnic.
*After publishing this post, I realized I was meant to write last week, which is why the interval between this post and the last seemed longer--because it has in fact been 21 days; not 14.
This semester has been challenging in many ways, but also super rewarding. I've gotten a lot done! Doing night classes--teaching beginners--has given me a sense of what teaching is actually like (and it's not that bad). Hopefully the students retain at least some of the information I assume I'm giving them.
I've been reading (+ listening) to at least three books at a time, which can feel overwhelming, but this sensation is something I really enjoy. The sensation that I'm accomplishing something. It may be a weak attempt at simulating a college reading pattern (without having to write the essays), but oh well.
I do miss school. But also the idea of applying to school is disgusting. Maybe this is because nothing seems to fit just right. I love English and Creative Writing, but I don't want to only study those things. I want to go to a liberal arts graduate school. Hartwick has ruined me.
"But it was all a dream; no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone. I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator. But where was mine? He had abandoned me, and in the bitterness of my heart I cursed him." (15.11 Frankenstein)
I've also had my fill of excursions: skiing and other various day-trips. These can be draining physically, as well as socially (poor little introvert), but they are SO WORTH IT. Part of me wants to stay in Nice just so I can keep skiing.
Also, my camera broke. So that's fun.
Here's are some stolen photos from Helena's album:
We went to St. Marguerite, an island off the coast of Cannes and had a picnic.
Pretty soon, if all goes according to plan, I'll have a new flatmate during the month of April, I'll move into a new flat in May, and perhaps I'll travel to several places in Europe in June and July. On verra.
*After publishing this post, I realized I was meant to write last week, which is why the interval between this post and the last seemed longer--because it has in fact been 21 days; not 14.
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