Am now for two weeks, a "regular student" as the saying goes in my passport. And I can already tell that I am happy with some things, when the three years up to my bachelor over. I mean, nothing can be against "Das Nibelungenlied", but why do I have in front of Middle High German, where the beautiful translation in High German is next? In addition, You can not interepretieren so much into it, as my dear teacher would like. Moreover, to B1, the exercise! Now I know again why I liked before any German. Those who learn this language going to volunteer? Are ye mad?
The rest, so to B3, the lecture and the two exercises to be just wonderful. Because I know again why I'm studying Germanic and not just doing an apprenticeship. With Philo I am still a little overwhelmed, frankly. Our instructor is the only way to throw technical terms around and think we would have all works of moral philosophy regarding long been read and understood. After all, the tutor reassures us a little and mean in a semester, we would talk almost the same.
And the university itself is also nice. Just an old castle. Only the stairs all make a mad, because you need to make any sport more.
Commuting is corrosive, however, really corrosive. Unfortunately I do not currently see the force for an apartment. I also do not know if i have a will, because everything is so ... immature.
The last months were just not nice and since my birthday I feel like everything is always much I put aside have. How much I've always tried that and it does not affect me. And now, now everything is just wobbly. There were big changes, yes, but I wanted to change this forever! Now that time has finally come, it's too much. Probably these thoughts are normal, but what does that mean? Just because many so it goes, it's not important? Not real enough? Somehow, not worrying?
It is ... uff. Exactly. Just uff.
Thomas And it makes me even more easily. Yes, I know I'm starting again from him. I'm sure how I feel about him. On one hand I want to be with him more than anything else. But on the other hand, I know we have no chance. Sometimes it's not enough just something that we feel for each other. Sometimes feelings just do not overcome all barriers, but they cause them.
He says things to me, I hope so. It's unbelievable. However, it does not work. He tells me what he feels, how he fights and he is actually telling me not to want to. He said that I would turn such things to tell him to sagen.Doch I do that I can not. He does not understand. How could they?
I want him so much to say that I love him, but not because I really do. How can someone be wonderful to me and I prepare the return, only suffering? How can he be there for me, hold me, build me, love me, when I always say I do not, get him back on the floor of the facts and so cold I? How long? Therefore, I will tell him. I will make him happy will build it, keep it. I will love him because he loves me. But that is not right. Simply not true. I have committed this mistake once and I'm not going to make it again. Therefore, I will tell him though, it can not.
I should now go on again. Must make a few things for my mother, go to Heine and the Nibelungenlied and read later am back to Bonn.
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