Why is it...

... that it takes me one day to sew a dress, but three days to write a term paper?

... that my printer thinks it has to draw in two or three pages at once?

... that my printer has to chew up said three pages at half past one in the morning?

... that my printer, when I get it to print after all, swallows the page numbers?

... that, instead of doing the dishes right after every meal, which would take 10 minutes at the maximum, I wait until there's so much stuff that it takes one and a half hour to work through it?

... that I'm so damn afraid of calling people I don't know, or don't know well? Even if I really have to and they're there to answer my call?

... that I'm still awake to post these questions?

Ato de dare ka ga kare wa ryokô shite iru to iimashita.

Rest in peace, summer semester. One last class on Friday, then that's it.
Today, I handed my term paper in. Unfortunately, the professor wasn't there, so I gave it to one of the student assistants who promised to put it into the professor's letterbox. I damn well hope he does, because I need the damn certificate.

Attended a lecture about the Foreign Language Teaching programme, because I'd actually hoped to maybe take part there. I'm afraid that's no option, however. Even though you can do that in the UK and in Ireland without studying to become a teacher, they prefer future teachers; the US and Canada demad them; and for Australia and Newzealand you even must have passed the first state examination in order to participate. So, probably no chance. Except if I wanted to go to France. We had some fun with that. Because whatever the rules for all other countries are, France is an exception. You have to study the language of the country you want to go to - except if you want to go to France. You should study to become a teacher - except if you want to go to France. You must have German citizenship - except if you want to go to France. You have to stay for at least seven months - except if you want to go to France. This is necessary, this is preferential - except if you want to go to France. France seems desperate to learn the German language.
So as it is, there are three possibilities: a) change study course from M.A. to teacher; b) brush up on French; c) forget it. a) is right out, at least for now. b) I plan to do anyway, but I doubt it will be enough to teach German to little French kids. So it looks like I can dismiss this programme right away.

Then I watched the Japanese supîchu contest that kaneda, seefuchs, eliathanis and malicedl took part in. I was really glad I didn't have to participate, but watching was fun, although it was unbearably hot in the classroom. They had nice topics, like Kendô in Germany, the fire in their house in February '03, life in their flat share or the slight enmity between the left and the right side of the Rhine river. Other topics included Shall we dance?, Nintendo, Mongolia and "my most interesting dream" with cute illustrations. All really impressive, since everyone seemed to have learned their supîchu by heart and most made it through without much hesitation, so it seemed as if they were all fluent in Japanese. Mah.
Right now I can't imagine ever returning to Japanese studies. Nasty Kanji. Damn them. Damn every single one.

Oh, fuck it. Stummel just had an epileptic fit, the second this week. Clint, who wants to help, always tries to bite him back to consciousness but probably almost kills him. So I told Clint rather unfriendly to leave Stummel alone and when he didn't go, I pushed him aside. Now I have one totally exhausted cat that pissed on my bed and only just regained control over his limbs, and one unhappy cat looking at me reproachfully. Great.

At least the washing machine is working again.

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( 後でだれかが彼は旅行していると言いました。 )

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