Back from the black
Due to the lack of internet connection this entry is written in the Word document and will be posted later. Hope this won’t become a regular occurrence (lack of internet, that is) and I won’t be posting everything at the same time.
You may wonder why exactly I’m left without internet. Have I finally gone bankrupt and forgone paying the bills? Has my illicit affair became known to my parents and I got grounded? Or have I finally hit the proverbial roof and decided to do a little sightseeing in the middle of a jungle? The answer is no. I’m in the place that any sane individual would have thought the center of internet connection, a place where lack of it is as abstract to a person as the theory behind Einstein’s most famous equation. I’m in Warsaw - a capital of an European country (Poland, to be exact). What am I doing here? Well dearies, I’ve started
University
Yes, the time has finally come and I left my parent’s nest to stretch my own wings. As of Friday I’m a student of Warsaw University, majoring and minoring in German, translations (although that’s a rather curt and inadequate explanation but let’s leave the rest for some other time). I haven’t been to any actual lectures, yet. We had the welcoming speeches last Thursday, but classes start tomorrow.
My schedule consists of 1,5 hour long classes, all in all 19,5 hours per week and additional 1,5 hour of PE. I will give you all a heart attack but I admit to having chosen salsa as my PE. It’s the solo kind of salsa, the one used for performances and such, because for other dance classes I would have needed a partner and I don’t know many people here, yet. Certainly not someone to go to dance classes with.
My other classes include Grammatik, English, German, Literature, IT and one more subject which I don’t even get what it’s about so I can’t translate its name (but I surely will soon!).
But well, so far I don’t have lots to say about studying as such. I know, however, something more about the most important thing for me right now and that is
The Dorms
I got into the dorms! Yay for me! - That was my first reaction, which dimmed significantly when I first saw my new ‘home’ on Tuesday.
From the outside the whole building looks a little like a school for juvenile offenders and a little like the next deconstruction project. It looks about as welcoming as Arcane Asylum. Not much. When you go in it gets a little better. Walls aren’t covered in graffiti. To get in you need to be either an owner of a magnetic card which opens the doors or for the man at the doors to let you in. He’s an important person because there’s only one key to every room and so you, or your roommate, need to leave him the key every time you go out.
Not that the rooms are an object of thief’s desire. I currently share a room with two other girls, one from English& Russian translations and one from Finance& Management. The one from E&R actually studied Russian last year but decided to switch majors and as such is also a First Year like we.
Our room consists of: three beds, one wardrobe, three sets of drawers, a table, a desk, a fridge, hanging shelves, some more shelves, some more shelves and a sink. Contrary to currently popular standards we do not own a bathroom or share a bathroom with another room. We do not have a kitchen. In fact, there are only two bathrooms per floor and one kitchen. Let me go into some more detail about them.
I have the luck of having a room opposite kitchen and bathroom which means knowing when queues shorten. Our bathrooms don’t have toilet paper (we should have our own), and the one I’m closes to has only one shower room. Actually, it has two but one is out of order. The kitchen is, to put it simply, a big empty room with two kitchen sinks and three electric cookers. All in all, you can boil water in six pans at the same time. There’s also a table but, sadly, chairs seem to have migrated somewhere.
So far, I’ve spent here two nights, from Tuesday to Thursday, then, since my parents were still in town, I came back home with them. Today I came back with another huge case of things which I had to drag through whole city and then three flights of stairs. Sadly, even though I finish classes before 2pm on Fridays, I doubt I will visit my parents often. First, I have to get to the other end of the city, which takes about 40 minutes, and then the drive takes about 3,5 hours by car and 5,5 hours by bus. The same is apparently true for trains, since we don’t have a direct connection with Warsaw.
I wish I could visit home more often. I will really miss it. I already do.
Icon makers in order of appearance: sheld0on, unknown (if it’s yours then please write me a comment and link to the original source in your journal!)
You may wonder why exactly I’m left without internet. Have I finally gone bankrupt and forgone paying the bills? Has my illicit affair became known to my parents and I got grounded? Or have I finally hit the proverbial roof and decided to do a little sightseeing in the middle of a jungle? The answer is no. I’m in the place that any sane individual would have thought the center of internet connection, a place where lack of it is as abstract to a person as the theory behind Einstein’s most famous equation. I’m in Warsaw - a capital of an European country (Poland, to be exact). What am I doing here? Well dearies, I’ve started
University
Yes, the time has finally come and I left my parent’s nest to stretch my own wings. As of Friday I’m a student of Warsaw University, majoring and minoring in German, translations (although that’s a rather curt and inadequate explanation but let’s leave the rest for some other time). I haven’t been to any actual lectures, yet. We had the welcoming speeches last Thursday, but classes start tomorrow.
My schedule consists of 1,5 hour long classes, all in all 19,5 hours per week and additional 1,5 hour of PE. I will give you all a heart attack but I admit to having chosen salsa as my PE. It’s the solo kind of salsa, the one used for performances and such, because for other dance classes I would have needed a partner and I don’t know many people here, yet. Certainly not someone to go to dance classes with.
My other classes include Grammatik, English, German, Literature, IT and one more subject which I don’t even get what it’s about so I can’t translate its name (but I surely will soon!).
But well, so far I don’t have lots to say about studying as such. I know, however, something more about the most important thing for me right now and that is
The Dorms
I got into the dorms! Yay for me! - That was my first reaction, which dimmed significantly when I first saw my new ‘home’ on Tuesday.
From the outside the whole building looks a little like a school for juvenile offenders and a little like the next deconstruction project. It looks about as welcoming as Arcane Asylum. Not much. When you go in it gets a little better. Walls aren’t covered in graffiti. To get in you need to be either an owner of a magnetic card which opens the doors or for the man at the doors to let you in. He’s an important person because there’s only one key to every room and so you, or your roommate, need to leave him the key every time you go out.
Not that the rooms are an object of thief’s desire. I currently share a room with two other girls, one from English& Russian translations and one from Finance& Management. The one from E&R actually studied Russian last year but decided to switch majors and as such is also a First Year like we.
Our room consists of: three beds, one wardrobe, three sets of drawers, a table, a desk, a fridge, hanging shelves, some more shelves, some more shelves and a sink. Contrary to currently popular standards we do not own a bathroom or share a bathroom with another room. We do not have a kitchen. In fact, there are only two bathrooms per floor and one kitchen. Let me go into some more detail about them.
I have the luck of having a room opposite kitchen and bathroom which means knowing when queues shorten. Our bathrooms don’t have toilet paper (we should have our own), and the one I’m closes to has only one shower room. Actually, it has two but one is out of order. The kitchen is, to put it simply, a big empty room with two kitchen sinks and three electric cookers. All in all, you can boil water in six pans at the same time. There’s also a table but, sadly, chairs seem to have migrated somewhere.
So far, I’ve spent here two nights, from Tuesday to Thursday, then, since my parents were still in town, I came back home with them. Today I came back with another huge case of things which I had to drag through whole city and then three flights of stairs. Sadly, even though I finish classes before 2pm on Fridays, I doubt I will visit my parents often. First, I have to get to the other end of the city, which takes about 40 minutes, and then the drive takes about 3,5 hours by car and 5,5 hours by bus. The same is apparently true for trains, since we don’t have a direct connection with Warsaw.
I wish I could visit home more often. I will really miss it. I already do.
Icon makers in order of appearance: sheld0on, unknown (if it’s yours then please write me a comment and link to the original source in your journal!)