Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Tuesday: Wherein Nothing Really Happened

It was bound to happen sooner or later; and I'm just glad it was sooner.

I crashed early - and really hard - Monday evening. We're talking 8PM here. So, it's not much of a surprise that I woke up at midnight. With nothing really to do in Aberdeen at that hour, I spent hours online and vegging/reading. I spent some time chatting with friends on Facebook, and then finally conked out at 6-something in the morning. Aside from being awoken when Hubby-proprietor walked in to my room thinking it was empty (and then discovering it wasn't) I slept until noon-ish. However, up shot is that my days seem to be working in time with the local time now, so I think I'm off Mtl time...

In the afternoon, I got an email from the secretary of my department. Within it was my schedule for the semester, class-wise, and it's looking fairly straightforward. I have class two afternoons a week, from 2-5:30, and these classes run until the holidays, with exams in January. each of the classes count for 30 credits, and I have another 2 30 credit classes in the winter, with a 60 credit dissertation in the summer. so, 180 credits in a year. I'm used to taking maybe 42 per year, so 60 per semester seems a little intimidating... however, the grade break down looks fairly easy - a paper (2000 or 3000 words), participation, an oral presentation, and an exam account for the total of each class.

For supper I went to a real fish and chips shop, and had what they called a Chip Buttie. When I inquired just what, exactly, a Buttie was, I was informed it's a buttered bun. So, I took it. The meal consisted of a tray of fries with a buttered bun. Somewhat salty, but very good; and filling. Along with the finst soda I've had since I left Montreal, it was also the cheapest purchase I've made to date...

Aside from that, I did nothing much; just wallowed around in my room and tried to deal with the fact that my reading load for school is going to break me (it's looking like it'll be more reading than even *I* can cope with).

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