It's been nearly three weeks since my stroke and last week was my first week back in class and only the second week i've been to since it started at the end of September. Let me discuss last tuesday. let me discuss how i now hate tuesdays in general. not only was i rushed to the ER twice on a tuesday, but last tuesday may have been one of most not so good days i've had in awhile (aside from the tuesday two weeks before that). I met up with my friend Lilly for lunch at the Subway in the GU--that part was okay aside from the fact that i'm exhausted all the time and the littlest things tire me. I learned later not only is that a result of the stroke but of the blood thinners as well. Lucky me. So I get to class and i'm already tired (mind you, the uni is atop a hill very much like the one at Oxy so it's already a trek before you add the fact i'm still recovering) and my head hurts. I take a paracetemol and manage to get through the 90 minute class but I'm dreading the 20 minute walk back (downhill is the plus side). I stop back at the GU to pick up some highlighters and pens (since the pens i stole from hotels years ago). Head home, stop at the corner store for some basic groceries, realize i can't be arsed to cook and pick up a sandwhich get to my flat and realize i've lost my keys. Thus begins the frantic search of my bag, the take away place, my bag again, the corner store, and my bag a third time. I call my flat mate who lets me. I eat my sandwhich then empty out the contents of my bag completely then head out to retrace all my steps back to class. Well, the damn key is gone and being tired, not feeling well, and really annoyed i go back to my room and call it a day. Then I find information on strokes and blood clots and realize just how serious it was and that i could have died. Let the emotional break down begin.
so i ended up curled up in a ball crying on tuesday debating if i was going to stay or go.
since then things have been better (aside from the fact that the laundry room shuts off for an hour or two in the middle of the night and with the clocks changing last night i couldn't get my clothes out of the washer until this morning) and i think i'm going to stay.
Speaking of laundry: i miss what i called the magic drying rooms in sweden. It was a giant room with a hot air fan and clothes line. Brillant! You hang your clothes up and they dry so nicely and pretty quickly. The swedes might actually do everything better.
Thursday I may have stumbled on a dissertation topic involving fellini and ther american movie musical genre. I have bought a collection of his films (8 1/2, juliet of the spirits, la dolce vita, and another one i keep forgeting) to see if i can really do this topic. I also bought belle de jour, and the blue angel (blue angel being for class this week and highly reccomended by Lilly) and belle de jour because borders was having a special offer and i love catherine!
before i ended this rather long post, i would like to add that the scottish have a very different idea of a farmer than Americans. They involved lots of plaid hats like grandfathers or golfers wear, giant rain boots/wellies, and coveralls like mechanics would wear. Hello? what about cowboy boots and hats?
Showing posts with label university. Show all posts
Showing posts with label university. Show all posts
Sunday, 28 October 2007
Friday, 14 September 2007
wee update
I spoke with Christina who told me her horror story.
When she arrived to her UK university her masters program had been cut and she and the other 4 had been relocated to another not as good program.
YIKES!!!
However I just received an email from the senior lecturer and there's only 4 more in my program so rock on.
When she arrived to her UK university her masters program had been cut and she and the other 4 had been relocated to another not as good program.
YIKES!!!
However I just received an email from the senior lecturer and there's only 4 more in my program so rock on.
the start...
I've officially been in scotland now for 3 days. It's quite a nice city, still adjusting. still don't understand everything the scottish say but I'm getting by. That includes the sneaking suspicion that my Master's program doesn't actually exist.
Since I came here earlier than originally expected much of the information about my progra was sent to the states after I arrived overseas, so yesterday I began the search for this information. I started in the international and postgraduate office and they sent me to the television, film, and theater department. I head down the hill to one end of the campus, but find the television/film/theater faculty don't know about my program. The woman i speak with sends me to the arts faculty and believes its actually in the french department. I arrive there, receive my information, sign up for an advising session, then realize that the advisor i was intrusted to sign up with is not the one the registrar assigned me. I contact the one assigned to me and she refuses to claim me so overall i'm feeling like i'm here on one big joke. However, I've paid for my room and i'll just drink wine (from "the wine cellar" across the street) until they drag me away and then i'll demand they put me in another pogram.
Later that day, I headed up for a "social" by the international office and society. Free drinks, free food, and scottish highland dances. Afterwards, I headed to "the wee bar" with two Americans doing their whole undergrad here and we met and "exchanged" numbers with a 50 or so old scotsman, former rugger, and expert on kansas city night life (no shit!). A very friendly guy who says he worked on some of IBM's biggest deals, may have lots of illegitimate children all through out America, and helped me with my coat as he muttered "let me undress you." overall a lovely combination of skeezy and charm.
Today, I spent a good 30-45 minutes today looking for the specific part of the registry that deals with fees and money, which is not the actual fees enquires in the west registry but in the normal enquires in the east registry. Yes, there are two. Let's add to this mess of making my loans go through and finding my advisor that although very picturesque the university is one of the oldest (apparently older than oxford or cambridge since they weren't real universities in the beinging but monastories that taught men) and its age is apparent witht he towers, the cloisters, and the robing room. This makes finding ANYTHING rather difficult since nothing is properly marked and most the doors are old and wooden with no handles.
That's about all i feel like writing today. perhaps there will be more, or perhaps not, i can be lazy, but if there's another one it'll probably be a long post complaining about a lack of skype and other fun things that have been blocked.
Since I came here earlier than originally expected much of the information about my progra was sent to the states after I arrived overseas, so yesterday I began the search for this information. I started in the international and postgraduate office and they sent me to the television, film, and theater department. I head down the hill to one end of the campus, but find the television/film/theater faculty don't know about my program. The woman i speak with sends me to the arts faculty and believes its actually in the french department. I arrive there, receive my information, sign up for an advising session, then realize that the advisor i was intrusted to sign up with is not the one the registrar assigned me. I contact the one assigned to me and she refuses to claim me so overall i'm feeling like i'm here on one big joke. However, I've paid for my room and i'll just drink wine (from "the wine cellar" across the street) until they drag me away and then i'll demand they put me in another pogram.
Later that day, I headed up for a "social" by the international office and society. Free drinks, free food, and scottish highland dances. Afterwards, I headed to "the wee bar" with two Americans doing their whole undergrad here and we met and "exchanged" numbers with a 50 or so old scotsman, former rugger, and expert on kansas city night life (no shit!). A very friendly guy who says he worked on some of IBM's biggest deals, may have lots of illegitimate children all through out America, and helped me with my coat as he muttered "let me undress you." overall a lovely combination of skeezy and charm.
Today, I spent a good 30-45 minutes today looking for the specific part of the registry that deals with fees and money, which is not the actual fees enquires in the west registry but in the normal enquires in the east registry. Yes, there are two. Let's add to this mess of making my loans go through and finding my advisor that although very picturesque the university is one of the oldest (apparently older than oxford or cambridge since they weren't real universities in the beinging but monastories that taught men) and its age is apparent witht he towers, the cloisters, and the robing room. This makes finding ANYTHING rather difficult since nothing is properly marked and most the doors are old and wooden with no handles.
That's about all i feel like writing today. perhaps there will be more, or perhaps not, i can be lazy, but if there's another one it'll probably be a long post complaining about a lack of skype and other fun things that have been blocked.
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