A little recap of the first week of the spring term. My historical linguistics course's weekly exercise list makes me anxious. I know I don't have to do them all but I still feel I should because I have great respect towards that teacher and I, of course, want to live up to her expectations.
My translations course is about to drive me insane; the teacher wants to have the translations printed every week and, naturally, this makes my Mondays very busy, trying to check every little detail and write the final version as well. Not to mention the phonetics course. The teacher of which is by the way funny; the Finnish verb 'vaahdota' attains whole new levels with him by the end of the lecture.
Luckily my Wednesdays are, for the time being, free. I can concentrate on the assignments from the previous week then. Thursdays are again filled with action. Starting with English litarature (I still have no idea what's all the fuss around him [the teacher, that is] about). Later that day, we have more lectures of another aspect of English literature. We have to read two books for the course and I'm running out of time. The day was finished yesterday with academic writing lectures.
Today I had a course, which requires a presentation (my group's subject being Modern English literature, my luck, that's my cup of tea) and reading two books. I'm not too partial to Hard Times but I can't wait to get my hands on Toni Morrison's Sula. My favorite by her is The Bluest Eye, but I also liked Beloved. And what I've read about Sula, I'm going to enjoy that as well. But that's not until two months from now.
By the end of this term I will know the true meaning of burn-out. And I have to find that bloody summer job, too.
Addendum on 15. of January: I was apparently very anxious since I had lots of spelling mistakes in this.
