I feel disoriented. It's been a fortnight (FTYPAH: "two weeks") since my last exam and I seem to have gone into hibernation mode since then. I spent the first week of my summer holiday sitting on the couch. Occasionally I'd turn on my iPod, but for the most part I'd just sit, staring at the wall, not really thinking about anything.
I've spent this past week putting together a 20-page outline for a book that no one will read, either because they have no interest or because they can't -- the book will be written in Welsh. I'm writing it in Welsh so I can say really awful things about my parents without them knowing. No, I'm lying.
Ideally, said book will be completed (if not polished) by the end of the summer. I will then store it away with my other book that no one will ever read (the novel formerly known as "Drinking Stories") and it will serve as light amusement to my grandchildren.
Exams went OK. I am worried about how well I did on the grammar exam, but I am hoping they will award pity points, since I am retarded: "You can't conjugate the subjunctive, or identify an adverbial phrase, but your shoes are tied so nice and tidy -- you pass!"
I have been trying to catch up on reading other people's blogs. I am also at least telling myself that I will write to my friends that don't have blogs. I respond to stress (like, say, trying to earn a degree in a language that you don't understand) and new situations (like, say, moving to a new country to earn a degree in a language that you don't understand) by pulling inward. Now that I'm on the other end of this first year, I find myself thinking: "Gosh, where did everybody go?"
They didn't go anywhere, I just stopped talking to them. So, that's where I am at the moment -- promising myself that I am going talk to people and stretch beyond the 50-mile radius I've confined myself to since November 2006. And how are you?