Was ambled.
For me, the feeling of being particularly stupid is the norm. This feeling about the academic year had already facing in the first half, when I had convinced myself that certain matters could not be followed. Four courses that were sufficient, given that I still had arrears of examinations [trying not to think of the two sessions that I had gone to hell thanks to the Latin]. All right. Of those four tests, two I have given them, so I gave it to you if I had third notes and books. But alas. So.
And then, I could not condemn myself to death even following four courses this semester? But certainly
NO.
And certainly not because I'm crazy, basically. Because in my head, I have to finish. And I keep on telling me, dying and selling my soul to some demon to some crossroads, I can finish my exams in September, and so to graduate in December. With an advance ... Well, almost a year. However. It is not a feasible thing. And I say and I repeat to see what I can do in April, tell me before defeat.
also keep telling myself that I must send to the professor SdMusica the mail because I write from what is holy, the letter of recommendation to the Erasmus-which I would automatically slide the graduation in March. But since I graduate in March while However, in December because it is impossible, at least it would be for a good cause. And the positive sides of Erasmus are endless.
do not know why I do not. Maybe I'm afraid to fail once again. Who knows. However
.
After a first half in which I attended, yes and no Modern and Contemporary Italian Literature and a monograph on the beam of SdMusica [and I can only reiterate a matter for the simple fact that I loved her to madness] ... here we are. Becoming embroiled in:
-Geography.
We want to talk about? The staff is wonderful. In the sense that the passion he has for his subject is beautiful, the love that makes you beautiful, the photographs that there are splendid exhibition of his explorations, MA. Ie. E 'geography. Geography . And the geography of the world, the series * What is the capital of Paraguay? *. No no. Geography of the Alps. ALPS. Of ski resorts, I swear I'm not making it up. Six books, one of * names *. And examination blank maps indicate where the fuck I know, the reservoir area of the mountain range Vattelappesca. And so, I'll die. Also because it takes the signatures ...
-History of Modern Art.
The fault is two events: the flood October and my inability to make predictions. The day of the flood in Genoa in October, I followed the first lesson of contemporary art. I did not like. And I convinced myself that the flood was a sign from God that I ammonisse NOT to continue. Just like that I had to do an art. If I had barely been able to do some calculations, I would have said: I do not need nine credits. I am just six. Can I make art history and Eastern Europe. Instead ... And the man is great, eh. But really-if not taking the signatures would be even better, of course. If we do not do a lesson in the classroom cold in the basement and the other one in which the light has only one internal circuit, so we must take notes in the dark because the lights do not see the pictures ...
-Philosophy of History.
Because of masochism did not get enough-and even to spend one million euro in books, too. Of course, if the books they were. If all do not go back three decades ago. And if I reminds me a bit of philosophy in high school, damn my memory-Emmental. I become hysterical for the examination, I already know ... Also because, after all. Letters are the only one. The others are all the Philosophy ... I'll figure indecent, I know. Essay and examination and all. No. At least I like the teacher-is How do you explain a little difficult to follow, beyond what he says, but anyway. I wonder if Kierkegaard's three books take me to suicide.
-Philosophy of Language.
Ok, this is easy. In every sense. There are only six credits. I have already given the same test to speech therapy, and unknown to me because I did not have before. The sore point would be times I make it impossible to follow, while this man is crazy and I love it.
But still. You can not have everything ...
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