Update
So I’m halfway through my exam session. I’ve had 5 exams already, another 5 before. I know I passed written French, both parts, I just don’t know the grade. Italian was today and I won’t know the results till Monday, probably. What I know is that I got 4,5 (roughly equivalent of your B+ I guess) from General Lingustics and 5+ (A+) from Merlin (it was an optional class about a character of Merlin appearing in various medieval versions of Arthurian legends. I am kinda nuts about Arthurian legends, no wonder I passed that one without any problems at all, I didn’t even need to study, just read all the texts – and dare I say, it’s an accomplishment, since some of them were in Old French…). This is good, so far.
What is very not good is that Asia, one of my best friends, didn’t pass that Lingustics exam. This sucks, because now she wants to bail out the other exams because she doesn’t believe she can get to Masters Degree studies in the second enrolment, in September, after the repeat exam. I tried to tell her she should be strong and fight. There aren’t that many people who even try to get in on this degree and it’s entirely possible that there won’t be enough people to even open the faculty. So she should get in without problems in September. Still… pretty depressing. I just can’t be glad about my result when my friend didn’t succeed.
Also? I watched entire Glee show in 6 days and fell in love with Kurt. Or, more precisely, with the couple Kurt/Blaine. They are just so adorable together <3 I can’t express it. Or actually… I haven’t written any fanfiction in years, I’m more of my own creation kinda gal now, but right now I really feel like writing Kurt/Blaine slash. Me! I have nothing against slash if it’s well written, but I usually don’t search for that kind of texts myself. And here – I am just so tempted! Maybe it’s because they are so cute, maybe because this couple is actually canonic – something I can’t say about all the Drarrys, Snarrys etc. (Aevenien should kill me now. Though with a little luck, she won’t read this :D) Anyway, I shouldn’t even think about it and just go back to learning. But after the session ends – I am DEFINITELY writing a Kurt/Blaine fanfiction.
This week sucked.
It really did. I had an Arabic test on Monday, which I blew completely; I’ll have to retake it. I did completely nothing on Tuesday, which was very lame, because on Wednesday I had an exam on Theory of Literature (which was held in French). I got up at 4 a.m. to study for this exam, wrote it at 10 a.m. Then did nothing for the rest of the day.
And then Thursday came. I had another exam on Friday, so I really wanted to study. But. My flatmate, Bastet (this is not her name, of course, but a nickname; we met on the Internet, been friends for two years in real life and then moved together when the option presented itself), ahs been sick for some time before. I told her on Sunday that she should go to see a doctor, but she didn’t want to waste time. She, too, has to pass her exam session. She’s already certified dentist, but she wanted to do something else, so she started studying ethnology. It’s pretty darn impressive, if you ask me.
And Thursday, at last, she went to the doctor. She was feeling so bad that she asked me to accompany her, because she was afraid she could collapse. Of course, I went with her. We waited some time, but once she got into the doctor’s cabinet, it was quick. Doctor said it was an abscess of tonsil and told her she had to go to the hospital. The ambulance was called in and we were gone to the hospital. (Fortunately, paramedics let me come with her in the ambulance.) This was a first for me – I was never in the ambulance before.
Of course, once we got to the hospital, from the movement we came to sudden stop. We had to wait. And so we waited. Bastet wasn’t feeling so good, but at last she was examined by the specialist. The laryngologist said it wasn’t as bad as the first contact doctor said. Bastet didn’t need to stay in the hospital, but the doctor prescribed her some really strong medicines. We got back home by taxi, I made her some tea – since she was dehydrated – she took the meds and went to bed. Next day she was a little bit better and today, she speaks normally at last and can swallow everything without pain. Thursday, she was in such pain when she was speaking that she couldn’t even call her mom to tell her what was going on; I did all the phone calls for her. T’was a crazy day, let me tell you.
And of course, we got back at 9 p.m., so there went my all-day learning. I stayed up all night, though, studying. I chose to at least try to pass it, and I made the right choice, because the professor said he wouldn’t put the bad grade to my index (since, of course, I screwed up the exam) and let me retake it with still a chance of a good grade. (Because normally if you fail and retake an exam, the grade you get is an average of the two, so you can’t really get anything better than 3+, which is C+ in America, I guess.) Let me tell you, it was a tough night. I studied History of Islam (that was the subject, “Introduction to Islam”, meaning its history and most important rules) while drinking South American beverage called Yerba Mate (it’s the only thing beside Energy Drinks that wakes me up; coffee doesn’t work on me. And Energy Drinks are not healthy, while Yerba is!) and listening to Maccabeats and Loreena McKennitt and other Celtic music. That was a real culture mixture!
But I’ve blown the exam anyway. I went back home and went straight to bed. And ever since, I haven’t done a single constructive thing. Right, I’ve been with my friend to the lecture about Chinese superstitions connected to their calendar (I know now why I wan born on 23rd; the world’s supposed to have a very bad luck this day, so that explains it). And we went to the shop with soap bubbles. And the to the best cafe I’ve ever seen (they have a round table. And the throne it men’s restroom. And waiters and waitresses wear medieval clothes. It’s absolutely fantastic!). But still, it wasn’t anything really constructive. And today? Today I’ve done a big, round ZIP. Nothing. Null. Zilch. Ech.
How lame.
