Eye-sick ISIC plus Total Perspective Vortex survived

Progress report :

Mission "Save - Our- Studies" - Part one complete.

Sitting in a computer lab at our faculty, trying to pretend that the last two brain cellules that have survived last four almost sleepless nights, not to mention September the Eleventh, and more importantly, the Tenth, are still capable of producing thoughts worth writing in the essays or at least here...

So what else has happened during the past three days except from my becoming an equal of Zaphod Beeblebrox by surviving the possible world's end?

Day one:
Bought an expensive public transport for coupon for the next three months, valid only with the ISIC card, tried to catch some of my teachers and give them essays but did not find them, tried to finish some of the other essays but didn't, tried to pass one exam, but there was no time for all of us, so it was postponed for the next week, tried to print out some documents, but was unsuccesful, tried to login in the faculty network and after an hour was succesful, realized that I have lost my ISIC card needed for both the transport and printing, got scared, got depressed, got sick, got pain in the eye, cried, could not sleep, behaved in an (almost) unbearable way...
but finally got the ISIC back (was told that it was a mistake, becase if I didn't, I would not be eye-sick)

Day two:
Had a hysterical fit, was comforted, was given two ubelievably delicious pieces of chocolate (dieting or not), got nervous with Katie, supported her during her exam, passed mine, got one more attestation, postponed one more essay, got scared, as the study administration office is closed 9th to 11th, which does not change a single thing on the fact that you have to solve all your issues with them next Thursday at the latest, I think I will sleep in the faculties corridors next week to get my place in the queue; I handed in another piece of writing, I realized I was starving, I tried to buy myself a new schoolbag (my old one is torn into pieces even in a way comparable to my intestines and soul), but did not get one, caught a tram, not a seat, was hanging exhaustedly on the handrail, watching the perfect sunset, got melancholic as it took place at 7 pm already, which means that days are getting shorter really rapidly, in the evening watched the moon for a change, led endless violent/funny/sincere/even worse conversations.

Day three:
Got up terribly early, went to the doctors, took the tests, went to the medical lab, went for one secret mission, tried not to meet any of my employers, went to the faculty, got myself a cup of coffee - bad idea - not helping my brain and killing my stomach, went to the computer lab, tried to get a reservation for my bus back home, was succesful, tried to finish another essay, was unsuccesful...Time to leave.

Seven essays until Monday. At least two more exams. Plus the queues. Plus trying to get the room at the dormitories. Plus the doctors. Plus the insurance, plus the bank, plus the timetable, plus the signing up for the courses, plus talking to my students plus trying to be kind to my family and friends.

I love challenges.