Erika Nilsson

Bloody timetables again

by Erika on Wednesday 17 June 2009, 14:42 | Comments (3)

Of course, I should have learnt not to trust timetables here in Metz. Having done just that, concluding from the fact that both my resits were scheduled to take place this week that I could take a plane home on Saturday, I suddenly find myself unable to sit one of them because, guess what, it has been moved to next Friday . It’s pure luck that my Geometry resit was moved from today to this Friday, and not the other way round, and it was very lucky that I didn’t quite trust the word of the somewhat absent-minded professor who told me about it, but went to check the notice boards instead, or I would have had no idea.

Conclusion: Whatever I do, there is no way in hell that I can pass all my courses, and hence no way in hell that I will be allowed to keep my Mobility grant, without spending hilarious amounts of money on extra flights and nights in hotels. I don’t have money to spend on extra flights and hotels. And I want to go home.

This annoys me to such a degree that I don’t have words to express it.

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Copie blanche

by Erika on Tuesday 6 January 2009, 11:24 | Comments

Well almost … I wrote two words, a question mark and a sad smiley on it. (”zero points ? :( “)

It took fifteen minutes to work up the courage to hand it in (after I had sat there for an hour and a half wondering what the heck I’m supposed to have learnt again), and the look on the lecturer’s face when he took it … Ho. Ly. Cow. He was flabbergasted. Never in my life have I so desperately wanted to run far far away, dig a little hole for myself and hide in it until the world forgets who I am.

I knew it was bad, I just didn’t realise it was this bad.
There’s a first time for everything, I guess …
I am (honest to God, whatever that means) shivering right now. This is scary.

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Eight-point-five?!

by Erika on Monday 17 November 2008, 13:12 | Comments

8.5? Eight-point-bloody-five?!? And not on the exam that I knew I would fail, but on one for which I was feeling confident, when walking into the room and when handing in the paper; one for which I can solve most of the tutorial problems without serious headache and one I actually revised a reasonable amount for. And bloody 15 on the one for which I only started revising half a day before? Bloody ridiculous! And, looking at the faces of classmates by the notice board and the point average on the list, bloody ridiculous across the board: Only two (perhaps three, I didn’t look that carefully) had marks over ten (=pass). What?! There is something very, very strange going on here that I’m not getting, and I’m bloody figuring it out. I refuse to fail a course the contents of which I have a grasp of. That’s just ridiculous.

*goes off fuming, to study for the last exam which she will probably fail anyway by the looks of things*

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