The past five months
Well, this update is LONG overdue, so I'll make it short.
My last journal entry in which I actually said wrote something about what was going on in my life, dates from May. So if you didn't already know I suck at updating, you do now. I hadn't even gotten a chance yet to whine about my exams, but these turned out to have gone pretty well anyway. I'm now officially a Bachelor in History, and I started the final and fourth year - Master in History - just a few weeks ago. I have like really, really few classes, but that's because we have to write our thesis this year. Or Master test, as it is now called.
In between I had a really good summer. I went on vacation to the Ardèche twice (once in July, once in September), so you can tell that it's one of my favorite places in the whole wide world. It's a region in the south of France, very close to Provence, and it's named after this big river that flows between the gorges. My grandparents have been going there since the sixties, I think, and it's become a sort of family tradition. In July, too, my grandparents were there, my parents, my favorite niece (who also went with me to New York in 2006, if you remember), another niece of mine with her boyfriend, my gay nephew and his boyfriend, and another nephew with his wife. It was great fun, and we got along really well. We even took on the descent of the Ardèche by kayak together, which resulted in the following picture of me, of which I'm pretty proud:
In the second half of July and the first half of August, there was my holiday job. I worked at the local library for a month during the last two summers, but this time I managed to get hold of a job at the town hall: together with someone else (a really nice girl, thankfully), I had to prepare an inventory of old buildings in my municipality, as part of a municipal heritage project. It paid well, and, most importantly, it fitted perfectly because, you know, I study history, so I was REALLY pleased I got it, even though it was hard work. It involved working our way through dozens of dossiers in a dusty archive, going to the buildings ourselves to take pictures, talk with the inhabitants and make up descriptions, and other stuff like that.
The summer climate here in Belgium totally sucked, by the way. I HATE global warming. Stupid humans. It's a good thing it's officially Fall now, because it already felt like Fall anyway (except while I was in the Ardèche, of course - I'm so moving there or some other place warm when I'm older). As I said, the new academic year has officially started as well, and I'm slowly getting used to attending classes again and to staying in my student room in Ghent. I should start working on my thesis, but first I have some assignments to do for other subjects. You've got to love those professors eh?
So there you go: about five months distilled in four paragraphs. :-)
My last journal entry in which I actually said wrote something about what was going on in my life, dates from May. So if you didn't already know I suck at updating, you do now. I hadn't even gotten a chance yet to whine about my exams, but these turned out to have gone pretty well anyway. I'm now officially a Bachelor in History, and I started the final and fourth year - Master in History - just a few weeks ago. I have like really, really few classes, but that's because we have to write our thesis this year. Or Master test, as it is now called.
In between I had a really good summer. I went on vacation to the Ardèche twice (once in July, once in September), so you can tell that it's one of my favorite places in the whole wide world. It's a region in the south of France, very close to Provence, and it's named after this big river that flows between the gorges. My grandparents have been going there since the sixties, I think, and it's become a sort of family tradition. In July, too, my grandparents were there, my parents, my favorite niece (who also went with me to New York in 2006, if you remember), another niece of mine with her boyfriend, my gay nephew and his boyfriend, and another nephew with his wife. It was great fun, and we got along really well. We even took on the descent of the Ardèche by kayak together, which resulted in the following picture of me, of which I'm pretty proud:
In the second half of July and the first half of August, there was my holiday job. I worked at the local library for a month during the last two summers, but this time I managed to get hold of a job at the town hall: together with someone else (a really nice girl, thankfully), I had to prepare an inventory of old buildings in my municipality, as part of a municipal heritage project. It paid well, and, most importantly, it fitted perfectly because, you know, I study history, so I was REALLY pleased I got it, even though it was hard work. It involved working our way through dozens of dossiers in a dusty archive, going to the buildings ourselves to take pictures, talk with the inhabitants and make up descriptions, and other stuff like that.
The summer climate here in Belgium totally sucked, by the way. I HATE global warming. Stupid humans. It's a good thing it's officially Fall now, because it already felt like Fall anyway (except while I was in the Ardèche, of course - I'm so moving there or some other place warm when I'm older). As I said, the new academic year has officially started as well, and I'm slowly getting used to attending classes again and to staying in my student room in Ghent. I should start working on my thesis, but first I have some assignments to do for other subjects. You've got to love those professors eh?
So there you go: about five months distilled in four paragraphs. :-)