*pants*

More... time... please... Lord...

2 study groups today. Hispan. Lit. Need to know when the authors/poets lived. Literary eras.

Systemic Functional Grammar. Need to get definitions sorted. Know how to analyze, describe problems in analysis. Beneficiary? Receiver? Target? Scope? Range? Difference between these, please???

I need more energy. I need more time. 2 days (plus the rest of this evening) before the double Judgment Day.

I'm tired yet slightly panicky (well, not exactly panicky, but neurotic nonetheless; I always am, but this time a little more than usual). A slightly unfortunate combo.

Ayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayay. Ayúdame, por favoooooor.

Time is ticking out. And I'm not sure if I like it. I'll like the aftermath of this double Judgment Day, but for now I need to make sure I know it all to be able to survive it and not run away screaming like a maniac. Or, alternatively, crying like a baby. Either reaction is NOT good. In fact both are negative inscribed appraisal, i.e. bad. Uy.

Enough whining already. Pucker up.


Signing off (whimpering),
Elise

THIS SUCKS. BIG TIME. (HENCE THE UPPER-CASE LETTERS.)

I just found out that I can't take the Newer Hispan. Lit. course I wanted to take Spring '09. For SOME reason, the teacher had cancelled all lectures/classes for that semester. So NOW I have to settle with Older (Elder?) Hispan. Lit. instead.

*grr* (#1)

IN ADDITION, I also found that there are virtually NO courses regarding American History or Civilization in said spring semester EITHER. So if I'm aiming to fill my 30-credit minimum quota for what is supposed to be my final Bachelor semester, I have no other choice but to take "American politics, institutions, geography and economic system". Which will suffice, I guess, but was not quite what I had expected. I wanted more of the American history bit instead of simply just a focus on the contemporary stuff.

*grr* (#2)

FURTHERMORE, it's not possible for me to take the introductory course in Iberian history EITHER. That TOO is only offered in autumn semesters.

*GRR* (#3, more forcefully this time as my agitation rises)

Needless to say, I feel ripped off. Very ripped off, as a matter of fact. And I don't think I'm the only one who's ever felt that before. I just CAN'T BELIEVE what the uni's done to the supposed "array" of courses per semester. This goes particularly to the British and American courses offered here. As far as Spanish is concerned, there have been a few cuts, but not quite as substantial as those concerning English language and English-speaking cultures. Us students are supposed to CHOOSE our own study path without having to resort to taking courses against our will due to inflexibilities of others. Whatever happened to the free choice that the politicians have talked about for what seems ages? Whatever happened to the focus on the educational system and the promotion of higher education?

("Whatever happened to [y]our love? I wish I understood..." (FYI, "S.O.S." by ABBA) Yes, there's still room for randomness in the midst of a fiery rant of the faults of Norwegian higher education.)

Bah. Humbug.

In times like these I just wish that I could flee to some other uni and study there instead, be it another Norwegian uni which actually DOES offer the courses I wish to take in the spring semester or a uni in another country, preferably one in either Spain/Latin America or Canada/the States - where I might perhaps get an even BETTER offer of such courses than here in Norway.

But naturally I won't resort to such drastic measures. I won't jeopardize my being in the Oslo system for this. Besides, it's too late for me to apply for a semester abroad anyway. The deadline for these applications was a couple of weeks ago.

*heaves a deep sigh*

Anyway, enough ranting. On the brighter side of this, I still am able to complete my criteria for entering the Pedagogy year next autumn, as I just had to make a few minor adjustments to my Spanish (future) credits. Older Hispan. Lit. instead of Newer Hispan. Lit. (GRRRRRRRRRRRR!) I'm still able to qualify for that year, at least here in Oslo. The rest of the stuff I'm planning on taking are just things that may come in handy when I'm working.

If only I could take Iberian History. If only I could take an American history course.

If only students had a better course selection.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I repeat: THIS SUCKS.



Signing off (frustratingly),
Elise

Patosa.

Jeje, una buena manera de empezar esa entrada. A mi me gusta esa palabra. No sé por qué, pero por una razón extraña u otra me cae bien. Y no tiene ninguna enlace ni de mi personalidad ni de la de alguien otro.

Y si hubiera tenido una conección con otra persona, no iría a decíroslo. Luego os dejo especulando... ;-)

Ya. Entonces empezamos otra vez. He llegado a Oslo después de un verano con poco tiempo para descansarme, pero estoy contenta de lo que he logrado en ese tiempo. He hablado muchísimo español y me siento que he mejorado mucho en expresarme y usar el idioma. Por ahora. Es que solamente he tenido dos de tres clases y no sé cómo saldrá la última. (Hm, un poquito al lado del tema que estoy escribiendo ahora (!yo quiero multitasking!), debo escribir más en español, pienso; es una buena manera de practicar y mantener mi español - y también puedo hacerlo por otras razones, por supuesto. Seguimos.) Esa clase pienso que será la más difícil ya que se trata de un curso preliminario para introducir la cima de la montaña enorme también conocida como la literatura de la lengua española. Uf. No sé cómo va a salir... Me han dicho que voy a sobrevivir (o "sobrevivirá" - no estoy segura de su nivel de ser convencidos de eso...), pero no voy a estar segura antes de que haya tenido mi primera clase. Que empieza mañana. Bah. No voy a quejarme más sobre eso. No lo vale.

Anyway. I've realized that for some reason or another I don't seem to have any classes with any of my friends. *tear* What with two Spanish classes and only one in English, chances were rather minute this time of being in one of their groups, I guess. I just hope I'll be able to spend time with them - at least a little bit - outside class. I'm thinking... su-... yeah, took the word right out of my mouth. Or maybe... dim s-... there you go again. What's the point in writing this down? I'm as predictable as our former Brit. Civ. prof. doing the basic salsa steps by the blackboards in the auditorium when he's nervous. Without the graceful hips. I.e. as if watching an ironing board doing the same thing. ("AWW".)

It's strange to watch the little quirks teachers have. Some dance. Others laugh fascinatingly strangely. Still others start twiddling their little piece of chalk and put that still-twiddling hand to their face so they end up drawing a white streak across their chin. Some do all of the above at the same time. I'm not mentioning any names here. I wonder what my quirk will be. I'm sure I'll end up with one quirk or another - I know myself as much. Come to think of it I'll probably end up with having a certain set of buzzwords that I'll say all the time. And if I'm lucky I'll probably even elaborate by myself in front of my students in an endless monolog about some incomprehensible theme in which the students are not interested at all - and which is not part of the curriculum either.

There we go. Ms. S. Doña S., even. Otherwise known as "the Buzzer". (õ.O)

Guess this might lay the foundation to something a little "patosa" after all. As Enya once sang: "Who knows? Only time..." Doesn't get any clearer than that!

Anyway, anywhere, anywhat, anywho,

Procrastination has led me to

BED and SLEEP

Wherein I'll keep

A lookout for creepy-crawlies, goblins and worms,

And all other things that contain germs. (Well, they DO, OK?!)

So "good luck", "break a leg" and to all a "goodnight"

Bla-di-bla, I should stop, crash on bed and sleep tight.

So I will.

Signing off (creatively),
Elise