still the last person standing at caledonian at 21:05 every night of the week. my schedule has been completely bizarre this semester, starting quite early in the morning and ending when it's almost too late for me to remember how to speak english anymore, and it's all in three-hour clusters, which is nice because i'm not going anywhere, but really, extremely tiring. many of my students told me that they've requested me for next semester. yes, i'll admit, i'm to the brim with glee when i hear it, but there is a small voice that says "son of a bitch!" because i'd really just like a change in hours.
lately, walking to work is sort of like walking through a multi-kilometer-wide cup of this:
...except the slurpee has never destroyed my shoes.
and i know that there a lot of complicated things in the world, but i honestly believe that few of them compare to process of obtaining a french visa which allows a person to work when he/she isn't married to a french person. it's going to be prague for a while, kids.
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