"If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work" This line from Henry IV is what my mother has always used to try to make me accept going back to school after summer, or Christmas, or a weekend. Use Shakespeare to communicate with your children. Anyway, it never really reached me because, well, I don't like work? However, after almost one month in Sevilla without any definite routine and purpose to my days, I am going entirely stir crazy. Yes we've gone out and made friends, and it was important to get to know the city, but lord above yo vuelvo loca! Spending too much money, wasting time, either not eating or eating far too much... This holiday/I am an unemployed waster feeling is really getting old. I'm exhausted doing nothing. Classes start properly today, we hope, so finally I'll know what I'm doing and when. Granted, we have more hours than we thought we would (23 1/2! What am I, a first year General Science person?!) so this is going to be no walk in the park... in fact I'll probably be crying to various people over Skype in less than a week about how "it's toooo haaaaaard it's not faaaaaair". But seriously, I need a reason to get up in the mornings other than "It's sunny out".
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| please let there be one person in here who wants to teach me. |
And while we're talking about Sundays in Sevilla... no, I'll get to that later.
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