i'm going through a period of frantic activity, both because of increasing demands from my job and a rather intense weekly schedule of classes and side phenomena of university life. i must say it's all pretty satisfactory so far, if not exactly relaxing.
my classmates are young, shy, naive, cute. due to my job at the library i get to know some things concerning our classes in advance, and this is why they're all eager to have me help the whole group. feeling the responsibility for others, much like in every other area where i have experienced the same attitude, has the effect of making me attentive and thorough, so it's all for the better.
i do feel that i'm learning a lot of interesting skills, and perfectioning my french is not half bad either. the pressure i feel at work is quite tolerable as well, since it seems to be the antechamber of a swifter career advancement and a more prominent role in the structure.
no bad news to report so far.
last night i got slightly more drunk than i should have had, and spent the sunday proving cot's theory about why sundays have been invented in the first place. he was absolutely right.