It's Tuesday, and I'm knackered. I got up at stupid o'clock today to put on my laundry when there might actually be a free machine, and then spent two hours reading and re-reading an article for Icelandic, which was of course in Swedish.
When we all piled into the classroom later on, the lecturer got straight down to the business of getting us all to speak Icelandic. It all started out rather horrifically, but at least we were all equally bad at it. Later it occurred to me that there was something distinctly Liverpudlian about the way he was pronouncing some words, and amusingly enough, I suddenly got a lot better at it.
Later, I trotted along to a meeting for people who wanted to work at one of the student bars, a meeting during which my hand seemed to develop a mind of its own and leapt enthusiastically into the air when they said they needed shift leaders. There I was, just wanting a wee job manning the bar one night a week or so, and instead I’m heading a team of bar staff, and I’m partly responsible for the weekly pub quiz. Eh, whoops.
Anyhoo, hoping to upload some new photos tomorrow evening, when I’m free from the clutches of Nordic linguistics... until then, vi sees!
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