Manchester Survivor

Moving in, moving out... hello and goodbye...

See! Angie and Me helping Joao steal the matress!!!
Can't believe how much things can change in a matter of days. I saw this picture and felt like it happened years ago.

Since my last post I moved to my new (and huge) room in Ashbrune (those who have my postal address (some French people owe me a reply...) should now write to Ashburne Hall - WA12); also most of the people I knew said goodbye while many new people came by.

Right now I'm in that odd period when I miss the old friends but still don't feel so intimate with the new arrivals. It's quite a pain in the arse despite I knew it was going to be like that. I was kinda trying to force myself to get acquainted quickly, but I guess it's one of those things you just have to let unwind by themselves. It's actually a funny process: even if I don't mean to or think about it I always end up hanging out with the right people. I guess that the fact that I can't hide when I don't like someone is an important factor.

Anyway, I'm getting ready for my first official session as demonstrator in the University of Manchester, basically pretending that I'm able to answer questions from undergraduate students. Hope I won't die on my first session; I'll just stand there looking unfriendly so the students don't feel like approaching me.

Hopefully I'll post something in a shorter time. By now you must forgive all the miss-spelling in this post, but my laptop was infected and I still don't find my CD of the Larousse English-Spanish dictionary.

Cheers!!!

posted by Oscarito @ 11:28 PM