How do you know that exam period?
The consumption of legal stimulants (coffee, grape, with some even beer) is increasing by leaps and bounds, in the refrigerator are loads of ready meals and their own room will come slowly from the rampant under the bed layer of dust in possession, without that you could do something about it . First, always will be no time to clean up.
After two weeks of privation outside the company (long night dialogues with Abdulhamid II "Le Pieux" hardly count as social contacts), we have the exam, however, finally behind us. The results will be somewhat delayed, but now what counts is the fact that it was finally over.
Who hopes, however, can now rest a little and let your soul to be seen, quickly disappointed. Four miserable days we had to recharge the batteries.
Since yesterday started the new semester, and torture champion Gilles Richard and his minions have already addressed the same thought of a whole series of little nasties to pester us: One of many of us had to glance at his already packed schedule to realize that he allowed to stay for three days to 21 clock at the IEP (soon to demand safe even second homes tax). We must also, scarcely the "partiel" escaped to prepare for an exam in office software. And when handed the Nocht not sufficient, our "Directeur des Etudes" also stipulates that the lectures will be made in no more breaks from now on will.
What causes us, at least indignant curses, but all our French fellow students if elicits a weary shrug. Apparently plugged in every Frenchman a little masochist, because instead of strongly protest against these measures dictated from above, they give willingly to their fate. And this shall be the country that writes "révolution" still with a capital "R"? At least one small protest, a token strike (is the French are usually so good!), or at least the flying of red flags in the cloister would be desirable. Instead: Brave appropriateness.
The revolution devours its children. And the IEP we eat.
The consumption of legal stimulants (coffee, grape, with some even beer) is increasing by leaps and bounds, in the refrigerator are loads of ready meals and their own room will come slowly from the rampant under the bed layer of dust in possession, without that you could do something about it . First, always will be no time to clean up.
After two weeks of privation outside the company (long night dialogues with Abdulhamid II "Le Pieux" hardly count as social contacts), we have the exam, however, finally behind us. The results will be somewhat delayed, but now what counts is the fact that it was finally over.
Who hopes, however, can now rest a little and let your soul to be seen, quickly disappointed. Four miserable days we had to recharge the batteries.
Since yesterday started the new semester, and torture champion Gilles Richard and his minions have already addressed the same thought of a whole series of little nasties to pester us: One of many of us had to glance at his already packed schedule to realize that he allowed to stay for three days to 21 clock at the IEP (soon to demand safe even second homes tax). We must also, scarcely the "partiel" escaped to prepare for an exam in office software. And when handed the Nocht not sufficient, our "Directeur des Etudes" also stipulates that the lectures will be made in no more breaks from now on will.
What causes us, at least indignant curses, but all our French fellow students if elicits a weary shrug. Apparently plugged in every Frenchman a little masochist, because instead of strongly protest against these measures dictated from above, they give willingly to their fate. And this shall be the country that writes "révolution" still with a capital "R"? At least one small protest, a token strike (is the French are usually so good!), or at least the flying of red flags in the cloister would be desirable. Instead: Brave appropriateness.
The revolution devours its children. And the IEP we eat.
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