The seagulls are freaking me out. I may have mentioned this before, but they keep doing some sort of weird ritual where they stand on the grass and stamp their feet one at a time and very rapidly for a few minutes before looking around nonchantly. I don't know what they're up to, but I'm pretty sure it has some dark, nefarious purpose. Perhaps they are communicating via morse code through pressure sensors in the ground with the mother ship.
"Another student not in lectures or the library!" *thump thump thump*
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During my meeting with my academic advisor:
AA: "Your results from last term for French are very interesting, Zoe. You did very well in the exam - in fact, the highest marks in the year, even above the bilinguals. But the written coursework - although still above average - was not nearly so good. Why is that, do you think?"
Me: "Well, the exam was on grammer and that's the area in which I'm most strong... *inward groan*... which I do not currently appear to be demonstrating very well.
AA: Quite.
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My flat backs onto a field, which in turn backs onto some woods, which back onto a large national park. One of things I love about this campus is the amount of wildlife - most days, one will see a squirrel or a rabbit or even sometimes a badger. On Saturday, we took a walk through the woods and came across a deer. It was no more than two metres away from us, and for a few moments that seemed to last forever, it stood alert, just watching us, before galloping away. Moments like that make me truly happy to be alive.
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I have discovered a new love: Raymond Queneau. Go read 'Exercises in Style', the English translation of one of his most famous novels, and tell me I'm wrong.
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And most important news last: I'm thinking of changing my course. Panic not; it is not a drastic change. I merely wish to change from French and Linguistics to French and German and Linguistics.
Such a change would mean that I no longer would have to study the hated and pointless French History and Culture, but would instead replace the time with German language classes. It would also mean I would leave university fluent in two languages, which would help my translatory career immensely.
Why German? I studied it to GCSE (A*) and thus could join the Intermediate group here. I considered, say, Spanish from absolute beginners, but decided that it would be far harder to catch up.
Wish me luck, meine Freunde. (I hope that's the correct nominative plural - I am a little rusty)