Right now, I do not have time to write. I'm too busy to get cold. All the time. And that exhausts my contemporaries, who are tired of hearing me moan. All the time.
No, no kidding. The days are too short, I had to eliminate low productivity activities to non-existent as blogging, sleeping, eating applesauce, watch series, making collages. The collage is a bit annoying because of the sudden I more active distress. (J'te imagine the state of my poor little nerves)
Otherwise, I'm shot in the foot alone. How to talk, eh. For one of my seminars (which I tell you no, j'garde anonymity because the teacher is a little known in the middle I do not want me to turn all this, be careful now that the nonsense tells on the Internet), j'trouvais no subject for duty end of the semester so it was accompanied by sweating anxiety cold, almost. Then, well, by dint of my run at full speed neuron I laid something. And it turned out that my subject is so so cool that the teacher has said the public interest and wants me to pass the oral. At the same time, j'l'ai nabbed a bit (the subject, eh. It is agreed) in the profile (it's so high school this thing, the L will understand. The maybe others too but I know I was not) the work in question he himself (the teacher not the topic, take a little flute) writes.
I Will Dare tell him that I do NOT want to switch to oral because I am nothing but a wimp? (The answer is in the question ...)
To be continued.
Later, I will discuss methodology courses in which we discover new worlds by printing theses duplex and taking the Trans-Siberian to Vladivostok .
(j'vous warned him that my life was fascinating research student)
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