Well, today is officially the start of the new academic year at Ghent university. My introductory class is at 11am, and then I probably have some English class (with my favourite prof dear lord carlos, I hate that man ) at 4pm. I hope it will all be ok and that it won't be too much of a mess (which is usually is). I'm taking the train with my best friend and after the introduction we'll have some lunch. It's been a while, I look forward to see her a lot more again
yesterday was a horrible day. me and my mum went to louvain to get some books in the library, but what a stupid system they got there it took us some time to find out how everything worked, the warmth gave us headaches and the fact that we hadn't eaten anything didn't help either lol. We also had to copy some stuff because we couldn't take those books with us. And then when we got back to the car, there was a traffic jam, it took us like an hour longer to get home (and from our home to...
yeah yeah I know, another poem. I found this one when I was looking in a book about American literature from the past century, and I knew E.E.Cummings from class, so I read some more of his work. I this one:
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
Well I looked for my class schedule today and I say, IT REALLY SUCKS. I mean, what can be worse than two days off in one week??? I thought so! What in the world were they thinking?? How can they do this to me?? But fortunately we'll get some extra classes to make us work just a little bit!
Plus, I'm forced to go to the challenger in Mons. And the players who will come don't interest me at all!!! I mean, who wants to see Lalo, or Janko Tipsarevic, in real life. Come on, you need to...
So like I was telling everyone (or at least the people who care), I'm reading some poetry from Ezra Pound now, and this one appealed to me the most. So sorry , but it's poetry again, you don't need to comment.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
The branches grow out of me, like arms.