Update

Ok I think it's about time I updated my blog! The more I wait, the more it seems okay to wait just another day... and it's a vicious cycle that given no deadline, seems worse than any procrastination. With procrastination you get things done last minute, but what if you don't have a last minute... you can procrastinate forever!

Anyway, what have I been up to since my last post? Oh yea, here's something interesting about my last exam. So I knew the last of my exams was on the 3rd of April so, not being fully prepared, I pulled an all-nighter the night before. Not recommended for whatever reasons, but if the difference is passing and failing, it has to be done. Maybe the fact that I don't get a grade on the course has something to do with my laziness to not go for it!

Regardless, the morning of April 3 arrives. I'm bleary eyed and decide I need to get out before I fall asleep and miss the test. I head out at 8 am thinking that will give me enough time to sort out seating problems like I had in my last exam. Then I could relax and finish studying for the 4 pm test outside in the building compound. My bike had already been stolen at this point, so I had to take the bus there. I live 15 minutes walk away but the bus schedule meant I got there at 8.30. I looked at the list outside the Fluid mechanics department that has the names and corresponding hall and seat numbers, and sure enough I wasn't listed again. Non-regular students have to register for exams manually as opposed to online so mix-ups seem uncommon.

So as I walk towards the secretary's office to get things sorted, I see the assistant teacher for my class entering the lift with a bunch of students. Struck me as a bit curious! Then I see my professor talking to someone in the hallway, so I go up to him and ask, "Professor, what time's the exam?". He looks at me amused, and says "9 o'clock"! I began to panic... it was 8.40 now and I had no idea where my hall even was!

The secretary seemed slow as she tried to find my name in her list. Thankfully I was there so she wrote down my seat number, my candidate number and my hall on a post-it-note and handed it to me. I didn't know where the hall was so she showed it to me on the map. "It's in that Hochhaus, about 5 minutes walk from here."

8.45. I have enough time I think. So I walk towards the Hochhaus (literally translates to "high building", generic name for tall buildings). But the hochhaus is surrounded by little buildings and I have a hard time finding the entrance as it does not lead directly from the street.

8.50. I realize I don't even know what floor the damn hall is on! I summon the lift but wait for someone to show up so I can ask. Finally I find someone to ask, and she gives me a vague answer, somewhere on the 2nd floor. I run up the stairs and find two people chatting, they tell me they think it's around the corner at the end of the hallway. There's nothing there! I go a floor down and find someone seated on a couch. He seems unsure but points me in a direction. I'm panicking now, I don't want to miss this exam. They're pretty strict about punctuality, late and you can't get in!

8:58 There it is!! I see the sign "Gäede Horsaal". I walk in the door and sigh in relief as I see the student-teachers calmly chatting behind the desk at the front! It's a little past 9 when they even begin distributing the papers, and they go through each question in german! When we actually began the test it was 9.15!

Anyway, the test went well. If it were not for me getting out of the house randomly at 8, there was no way I was going to make the exam! For some reason I thought the exam would be at 4 pm like my other one! I'm stupid like that!

Ha! I seem to have written longer about the incident than I thought I would.

What else? Oh yea, Budapest! But this is hardly a travel journal and I don't think I had any interesting encounters that I want to blog about.

Then we come to yesterday. I hadn't played football in a while because I'm not a fan of playing in muddy conditions. It had been raining quite often. But the weather now is perfect. I can go out in my tees, no jacket! Anyway, I decided to go play some football. Since a lot of german kids are home at the moment, there were only 7 of us. We played in a smaller section of the field. I hadn't played in a while but I was feeling pretty good. The passes were connecting, I scored a few, and the only problem I saw was my decreased stamina. But I decided to go for it as we got towards the end of the game.

I was at midfield when I got a perfect through ball. I ran for it and it was then just between me and the goalie. The ball was moving fast and I had to keep up with it. The goalie decided to come forward for the ball too! I ran as hard as I could and just as the goalie got to it, I flicked it towards the post, then tried to get out of the way, but WHAM! The goalie had decided to avoid me by going in the same direction. We collided pretty hard. I could feel the blood pouring out my nose the instant we collided! I was down for a while trying to stop the bleeding but it wouldn't stop so I called it quits for the day. After getting the bleeding somewhat under control with my head tilted upwards and some tissues, I biked home. But as I showered back in my dorm, my nose kept dripping blood throughout! It was disconcerting, but people donate blood all the time so losing a little shouldn't be a problem I assured myself!

I then took a rest and woke up with little blood clots in my nose! Hehe! It wasn't as disgusting as it might sound! At least I'm all better now, as long as I don't press on my nose that is!

Looking forward to another game of football later this week! :D

That's it for now then. Hopefully the next post isn't too far off! Ciao!