Somehow it is something else to report on the Erasmus semester / year to as an actual ("real" at this point any serious Erasmus students would insult) blogging study abroad. I have often in recent weeks have pointed out that I lead a fun student life ... Time, I need TIME! Nevertheless, here at last at least a brief interim report:
My housing situation has through the visit of the previous tenant, the ultimate coronation. My mother was visiting in the evening and I invited to your birthday party. At 23:00 clock, I got a call from my mother resolved that told me that someone trying to get into my apartment. After I had called the police, I immediately went home, the police had already been there, the visitor disappeared before the police arrived. The next day we learned that they are the previous tenant, who is not only homeless and addicted to drugs, but also harbors a certain nostalgia for his old apartment ...
a move seems currently not cope with, especially given the fact that it is almost impossible, an acceptable and affordable to find accommodation. However, I have a new, very massive castle, so that I have stacked no more stool in front of my door.
As for the university, I, like almost all of my fellow students, so resigned, that the weekly workload is not simply to cope. So far I have not been inundated with good grades, which is probably normal. Extent to which a climate of extreme intimidation (some of my fellow students actually dare not leave essays, by falling out of fear) is to be motivating, I have not yet fully understood. A student from the third term but has told me that it would all better after the first semester. Eyes and go.
Except dilapidated homes so I have not seen much of Geneva and region, which will change probably not as fast really. Who plays with the idea to visit me, must inform themselves about the sights.
My housing situation has through the visit of the previous tenant, the ultimate coronation. My mother was visiting in the evening and I invited to your birthday party. At 23:00 clock, I got a call from my mother resolved that told me that someone trying to get into my apartment. After I had called the police, I immediately went home, the police had already been there, the visitor disappeared before the police arrived. The next day we learned that they are the previous tenant, who is not only homeless and addicted to drugs, but also harbors a certain nostalgia for his old apartment ...
a move seems currently not cope with, especially given the fact that it is almost impossible, an acceptable and affordable to find accommodation. However, I have a new, very massive castle, so that I have stacked no more stool in front of my door.
As for the university, I, like almost all of my fellow students, so resigned, that the weekly workload is not simply to cope. So far I have not been inundated with good grades, which is probably normal. Extent to which a climate of extreme intimidation (some of my fellow students actually dare not leave essays, by falling out of fear) is to be motivating, I have not yet fully understood. A student from the third term but has told me that it would all better after the first semester. Eyes and go.
Except dilapidated homes so I have not seen much of Geneva and region, which will change probably not as fast really. Who plays with the idea to visit me, must inform themselves about the sights.
After all, have I ever eaten cheese fondue. I really understand why they have given me so still without residence permits, where I am trying to integrate it seriously.
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