The B.A. maturity exam is tomorrow, and I have a feeling I should be fretting about it. I'm not, though, mostly because I'm too tried. Work isn't terribly taxing, but the hours are. My shift starts at six in the morning, which means my sleeping patterns are all over the place. I'm generally so tired when I come home (around half past one) that I can barely bring myself to make coffee, and that, you'll agree, is worrying. ;) In addition to this, I have Italian classes on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, and they run from five to a quarter past eight in the evening. As a result, I have even less of a life than before. I'm also terrible at commenting and/or keeping up with the Flist right now, and I apologize if I've missed something important.
In addition to not quite managing to be nervous, I'm also relieved that there was one more exam date before the fifteenth, as it means the academic credits count towards this
academic year, not the next. (And it means I technically manage to get the B.A. before my 25th birthday, just like I'd set out to do years ago.) My seminar supervisor had requested that we write the exams before the fifteenth, as he has to correct entrance exams after that date. Fine, I thought, I'll leave him a note*
and ask him to set the question for that date. I did so on Tuesday morning. On Wednesday afternoon, the note and exam envelope*2
were still in his in tray. At that point, I got so annoyed that I sought out the assistant and asked her to call him and get him to come fetch the envelope before things got ugly. I refrained from saying that I'd have the fucker wear his guts for garters if he didn't, though.
I told her to call me or send me a message when he picked up the envelope, and she did, so I didn't have to beat the supervisor up. Lord knows I wanted to, though. All he needed to do was set one (!) question and have it translated*3
at the department of Nordic languages. That's it. That and give the envelope to the person responsible for coordinating the exams. Honestly. And he calls us
Am I permitted to whine a bit more? Good. My throat feels odd and a bit scratchy, as though I've caught a cold. I made ginger tea to soothe the scratchiness, but I think I may have gone a bit overboard with the ginger, because my mouth burns.
Today wasn't completely horrible, though: I got the minutes from the workshop
where I acted as interpreter, and it felt both strange and a bit exhilarating to see "Interpreter" next to my name in the list of participants. Yes, I'm a bit sad like that. ;)
Oh, and utterly randomly: I revamped the journal over a week ago, but forgot to post about it. Eh. I quite like the new look, even if it meant giving up Minas Tirith as a header image. (And you don't want to know how much time I spent on tinkering with the Latin.)*He is infamous for refusing to communicate via email, for missing or avoiding his own office hour and for generally being a bit of a stubborn bastard. (You've seen me rant about it before.) Furthermore, he actually requested that I leave a note in his in tray about the exam. Wtf? Which century is this?
*2 Part of the process. Some exams are sc. "envelope exams", meaning the student marks a special envelope with course details and their own name and student details when registering for the exam, then hands in the envelope to the examiner. I have no clue as to why it's done that way. Probably because they need to keep them separate from other random exam papers.
*3 Students write the maturity exam in their mother tongue. Technically, mine is Finnish, but I grew up bilingual and attended Swedish schools for the first twelve years, so the supervisor gave me a choice. I chose Swedish, as I feel it's my stronger language when it comes to academic texts. My supervisor is British, hence the need for translation.
, I seem to have taken a liking to your footnote system. I hope that's okay with you. :))