CCCXVI
I have a sunburn. Note: I never get sunburned. Compared to many other pale people around me I have kind of a dark complexion and tan very easily (inherited from grandma and grandpa, they always tell me). Now that it gets warmer every day, you cannot fail to notice that I wore a sleeveless shirt because of the tan on my shoulders. I don't need to lie about for hours in the sun, I just go outside, to university and back (sunbathing isn't really my thing anyway). I use sun lotion every day, although I usually never get sunburned, as I told you.
It's against the rules. Sadly, that said, my cheeks still hurt and my ears feel like they're on fire. I have a after sun lotion here and it's cool and fine an d all that but I'm still worried. Could the world please work like it's supposed to?
Another annoying thing is the amount of money I hand to spend on books for university today. Judging the gasps of all the students in "A history of South African literature" when the professor announced the homework for next week, I think I can tell that not I alone thought that the 100 pages (=200, two book pages on the copy pages) long reader would be all we needed to read for this lecture. We forgot the three additional novels. Three! "Disgrace" and "Life and Times of Michael K" by J.M. Coetzee and "July's people" by Nadine Gordimer, whose short stories already bored me to death because I didn't understand her symbolism and all that. Each novel has 200 pages and the book store of the university had all of them on stock. 30,74 euros. 30 euros and 74 cents for these three thin books which might have been ordered from Greenland or anywhere to get that damn price. Christ! I bought "The scarlet letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne for my other seminar yesterday and I only paid 3,10 euros. Thanks to Penguin Classics I am still able to go grocery shopping this week. :-(
Books are the source of the sneaking resignation which falls over me when I think of all the books I have to read for next week. First of all, Nadine Gordimer's "July's people" until Wednesday and oh, I really love the professor for telling us this just one week in advance. Hello?! Then, for Monday, the first eight chapters Hawthorne's "Scarlet letter" (=100 pages). Actually, I wanted to use the weekend to finish Pullman's "His dark materials" (400 pages to go) to get all the solutions I've been waiting for until now.
But how am I to make my own reading schedule? Who am I to read what I want to just one weekend? And all this work for simple Teilnahmescheine and broadening of the horizon. Call me crazy because I just am...
It's against the rules. Sadly, that said, my cheeks still hurt and my ears feel like they're on fire. I have a after sun lotion here and it's cool and fine an d all that but I'm still worried. Could the world please work like it's supposed to?
Another annoying thing is the amount of money I hand to spend on books for university today. Judging the gasps of all the students in "A history of South African literature" when the professor announced the homework for next week, I think I can tell that not I alone thought that the 100 pages (=200, two book pages on the copy pages) long reader would be all we needed to read for this lecture. We forgot the three additional novels. Three! "Disgrace" and "Life and Times of Michael K" by J.M. Coetzee and "July's people" by Nadine Gordimer, whose short stories already bored me to death because I didn't understand her symbolism and all that. Each novel has 200 pages and the book store of the university had all of them on stock. 30,74 euros. 30 euros and 74 cents for these three thin books which might have been ordered from Greenland or anywhere to get that damn price. Christ! I bought "The scarlet letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne for my other seminar yesterday and I only paid 3,10 euros. Thanks to Penguin Classics I am still able to go grocery shopping this week. :-(
Books are the source of the sneaking resignation which falls over me when I think of all the books I have to read for next week. First of all, Nadine Gordimer's "July's people" until Wednesday and oh, I really love the professor for telling us this just one week in advance. Hello?! Then, for Monday, the first eight chapters Hawthorne's "Scarlet letter" (=100 pages). Actually, I wanted to use the weekend to finish Pullman's "His dark materials" (400 pages to go) to get all the solutions I've been waiting for until now.
But how am I to make my own reading schedule? Who am I to read what I want to just one weekend? And all this work for simple Teilnahmescheine and broadening of the horizon. Call me crazy because I just am...