I was emotionally torn for most of the party yesterday. Shitty sangria, strong weed and likable company made it better, but the evening ended by walking alone for hours and considering the same problem over and over again. An apartment (or at least a safehouse) in the center starts to become a pressing need. I'm thankful to my new Lithuanian friend, who is ready to share a flat next to the university. Oh, and he plays chess, that's a game-changing aspect already.
The complaints about sociology are starting to get unbearable. If you don't understand the text that you're supposed to read and comment on, there's no need for acknowledging it in every other sentence, funny jokes or apologies. Yes, it is difficult, but this is university, you are supposed to work if you want perfect grades. I didn't put that much effort in the homework, submitted it 9 minutes after the deadline, but I did my best, using my past experience and a simple dictionary. I expect an average grade in sociology and I find it sufficient for my self-esteem. Don't blame the teacher, who is very reasonably moved by the subject while still understanding how it is not appreciated by her large audience.
Edited on 5.11.12.
Seven out of thirty-something homework blog posts had whining in the fucking title, like "I have no idea what I wrote about", "How do you analyse it if you don't understand it" and so on. That is not how you do homework for university. The loose "blog entry" form was most probably chosen for you because teacher knew the subject is difficult for you and you don't necessarily have to construct an accurate essay.
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