Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Circumstances have turned me into a total sloth. I aimlessly wonder about, no projects to finish or turn in, no class to attend.. I can live in whichever manner I decide suits me best today.
Our teacher cancelled our class with him today, apparently he has so much work to do that he can not fit us in to his schedule. So, you see what sort of treatment we get here.. we are not respected as proper students, we are foreign beasts.

Well, to elaborate, of course things are not quite as I have just made them sound to be, the school does treat us the best it can.. however, the problem is that there are too few teachers around that can actually speak English. And, to our shame, but a fact nonetheless, we do not speak Slovak. When you spend such a limited time in a new country, and spend most your time with English speakers, your adapting to the new language takes much longer, and, needless to say, we are nowhere near having adapted the Slovak skills required if we were to have our lessons in the local language.

We are taught by PhD graduates, and PhD students of the establishment in question. Their English skills are above the average learned Slovak´s, and they are of the younger generation. On average, the Slovak local above the age of 30 is not used to speaking much English, they speak their local tongue and sometimes even German. The younger people are less afraid of putting to use their acquired English skills, which often are at a rather elementary level though, as I doubt they have much chance to practice, and English media usually is turned Slovak or Czech, but we certainly do heartily appreciate their efforts at communicating to us.

Yes, I am a sloth. I will spend the day reading what I want to read, hanging about the Worldweb, drinking second class coffee, and dreaming about days ahead. Will tomorrow bring a ray of seriousness into this Bohemian´s life? We shall see, we shall see. . .

Lazily,
..kH

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hjartans greyið....allt að fara í vaskinn, en þá kemur Gunnslupáll og hvetur þig áfram. Versta sem gæti gerst er þó það að "Das Scwein" (gölturinn) láti á sér kræla. Brjótist út vegna aðhaldsleysis. Þörfin fyrir hreinleika hverfur í sortann og daufir tónar Kardimommubæjarins eru undirtónn þagnarinnar. Gaggandi hlátur geðveikinnar magnast hvern dag og þú missir svo algjörlega tökin.....
En sennilegt þykir mér að þú rífir þig upp á rassinum, fáir þér einn svellkaldan martini og ýmindaða sígarettu. Haldir áfram og sigrar :)

Kristjan Oskarsson said...

Rett rett... eg takka ter hvatninguna, eg vinn eg vinn .. letidyr mins innra lifs faer mig ekki nidur baelt.. Das Scwein heldur mer a tanum!

Kristjan Oskarsson said...

Hehe.. :) Jumm a hnjanum kennir hann mer lexiur likamans.. a tanum faerir hann andlegt lif mitt til skyjanna.. Her er um andlega hvatningu ad raeda, sokum fjarlaegdarinnar a milli okkar