I don't even know if this count is right anymore!
Friday Sept. 11, (or 11 September, if you're insisting on using European standards)
Friday was...hmm, I don't remember really other than waking up, getting a shower and kind of waltzing through the day to the slowest song in the world. I'm always so tired and achey. I keep getting hurt and falling asleep in class. And you know, for classes with more than 70 kids, I still feel like the module leader is looking directly at me, thinking, "I'm going to fail that girl if I see her tilt her head back and then jerk it forward and look to the left to see if anyone saw her." I almost got lost in one of the buildings. The room numbers are becoming less hard to understand, I had a class in S205 and the Schuman building is connected to the Kemmy building, which is the entrance I used, so I was in the KBG016 and stuff. I luckily found an american professor lady-An american!- in the building and she told me where to go. God bless Americans. After thaaaat I took a NAP! then..i got dressed to go out, but my flatmate sean was like - there's not going to be anyone out tonight, it's a friday, they all went home. So i was kinda disappointed that I got dressed to go nowhere. My hair looked divine.
Saturday, 12 Sept.
TODAY! I woke up really energetically to do some stuff that I needed to get done, but this did not include my laundry. Smelly crusty laundry.
