March 21, Sunday morning, post-breakfast. Yesterday I wanted to reward with an evening "at a discount supermarket sushi" with the result that now I find patches of soy sauce around the table and floor, my room seems to put even worse than usual. The days are getting more beautiful and my spirits with them, who taketh away the sin heating and my bathroom will no longer have that teporino inviting, I guess. There's a picture on my desk a few days ago, dated January 7. The souvenir photos in my class last semester, I'm around 12 of my students, the staff of my office. It 's a picture that I really like the thing that I can not help but notice is that everyone has looked quite composed, who a serious expression, who mentioned a smile ... among all leading me with a face like a "time of my life" and a laugh Marple.
历史 重复, 一次 悲剧, 一次 闹剧 is the Chinese version of a quote attributed to Carl Marx. History repeats itself twice, first as tragedy, second as farce. Yesterday I re-fight with Wilson in the chat, I drank half a bottle of wine, I spent the evening crying like a fountain. During this period, so wet and I am sorry to be robbed of my dreams too, the situation is not dissimilar to the post a few months ago, hence the Marxian idea of \u200b\u200bthe summons. But let us proceed with order. The holidays have passed fairly quickly, over the period of binge / eaters of the New Year celebrations began a period of a little 'tense wait for it to outline the activities of this semester course to do that? which would have been my students? I was a bit 'nervous, the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing an elective and not a full-immersion Italian language would have required a different approach. Last week it passed my colleague brought some CDs, a book of Italian, and the ravioli with the "beard Fennel, we discussed a bit 'of the first lessons of the program, intruduzione, phonetics, bla bla. I had the time, classrooms, she says she probably will not be many students, the announcement of the Italian language course has been developed late on the university website.
Last Thursday I was preparing my beautiful powerpoint, Trace little drawing of St. Francis, was a presentation on the origin of the Italian language, Indo, Latin, the vernacular ... My colleague contacts me and tells me that students are not in sufficient numbers to prop up the course, no lessons.
Regarding the photo I remember a few months ago, now what have I got? Without the lessons as spend my days? Chinese ordered through the book on amazon, I look a bit 'of new stuff that is online, movies, TV series and so on. I feel empty, the days no longer have meaning. There's nothing that justifies the present, nor future. Yet it is all in all a good day out is all the same, time flows the same, that the days have a purpose or not pass the same, whether or not we have a goal, a dream, a god macroscopically our (my?) Life does not change. And 'this farce? It looks like a film made by someone else, I can only wait for someone to make choices for me, I await the news from my colleague, my boss in Beijing, who knows. Let
the happy news: fourteenth season began south park, absolutely in style. Then Paul told me yesterday of his proposal of marriage to Clare, with restaurant, flowers, ring, kneeling and all that was needed. Ah, how exciting! Congratulations! I hope to be a worthy witness to this wedding ...
历史 重复, 一次 悲剧, 一次 闹剧 is the Chinese version of a quote attributed to Carl Marx. History repeats itself twice, first as tragedy, second as farce. Yesterday I re-fight with Wilson in the chat, I drank half a bottle of wine, I spent the evening crying like a fountain. During this period, so wet and I am sorry to be robbed of my dreams too, the situation is not dissimilar to the post a few months ago, hence the Marxian idea of \u200b\u200bthe summons. But let us proceed with order. The holidays have passed fairly quickly, over the period of binge / eaters of the New Year celebrations began a period of a little 'tense wait for it to outline the activities of this semester course to do that? which would have been my students? I was a bit 'nervous, the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing an elective and not a full-immersion Italian language would have required a different approach. Last week it passed my colleague brought some CDs, a book of Italian, and the ravioli with the "beard Fennel, we discussed a bit 'of the first lessons of the program, intruduzione, phonetics, bla bla. I had the time, classrooms, she says she probably will not be many students, the announcement of the Italian language course has been developed late on the university website.
Last Thursday I was preparing my beautiful powerpoint, Trace little drawing of St. Francis, was a presentation on the origin of the Italian language, Indo, Latin, the vernacular ... My colleague contacts me and tells me that students are not in sufficient numbers to prop up the course, no lessons.
Regarding the photo I remember a few months ago, now what have I got? Without the lessons as spend my days? Chinese ordered through the book on amazon, I look a bit 'of new stuff that is online, movies, TV series and so on. I feel empty, the days no longer have meaning. There's nothing that justifies the present, nor future. Yet it is all in all a good day out is all the same, time flows the same, that the days have a purpose or not pass the same, whether or not we have a goal, a dream, a god macroscopically our (my?) Life does not change. And 'this farce? It looks like a film made by someone else, I can only wait for someone to make choices for me, I await the news from my colleague, my boss in Beijing, who knows. Let
the happy news: fourteenth season began south park, absolutely in style. Then Paul told me yesterday of his proposal of marriage to Clare, with restaurant, flowers, ring, kneeling and all that was needed. Ah, how exciting! Congratulations! I hope to be a worthy witness to this wedding ...
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