The World According to Timetables, or, Great Expectations

Well, the rumours in media were obviously true. The university teachers are so much underpaid in our country that they must have at least one more job except from teaching, in order to survive. Otherwise I just can’t understand, why the hell should I be forced to stay at school until 7.05 p.m. four times a week for the third semester in a row...

I mean, as a working student, and a teacher, too, it should please me that I have time for my job as well; moreover, my students prefer to have their lessons in the morning, when their brains are still working. Unfortunately, there are just too many snags:

1) I also prefer being educated in the morning, when my simulation of a brain is still working.

2) I am a double-subject student, and if the teachers from the first department start their teaching AFTER their mysterious second job, the teachers from the second department are early birds on the contrary, and start their seminars BEFORE their second job, which is extremely pleasant surprise for the non-resident students, especially on Monday mornings.

3) As a result, it seems that I will have to get up really early and get home late (I usually spent at least one hour by commuting) and have time for teaching my students only during the noon hours, which will lead to my spending most of the daytime really ineffectively.
Plus, it will very probably mean my skipping a proper lunch and/or dinner(not a good news for my devastated stomach indeed), as the few free minutes between learning and teaching I spend in the downtown, where there are mainly very expensive restaurants or junk food stalls, and when I come home, all the shops nearby are closed already.

4) I know that my studies should be my biggest hobby, and I really hope that at least some of the evening seminars will be worth attending and maybe even entertaining, but I was aso hoping for leaving some time for myself this year, so that I won’t get mad. I was planning to find some relaxing activities for both body and mind except for the school and job:

a) Music: All right, I can’t afford paying for a teacher or spending time at music school, and I can forget about the philharmonic orchestra concerts out of time reasons, but I still think I will somehow manage to produce/listen to music from time to time, in spite of all.
Without music, I wouldn’t survive.

b) Movement: I felt I would really need some physical activity this year, to support my dying immunity and gain some endorphines.
Yes, I know, we have celebrated our “last P.E. lesson ever” more than one year ago, but I still would love to return to a more active way of living. I would like to try gymnastics, yoga, maybe dancing in winter, maybe canoeing in summer... But farewell, rosy dreams, all of them take place in the evening, colliding with my compulsory seminars. I can still hope that my roommate has not given up the “getting slim” idea and will take some morning exercises with me ...wait... roommate who? Oh my. Well, running from seminar to seminar and occasional weekend trips will do.

c) Meeting people: Due to my health problems I have been neglecting my social life in the last years... What with most of your friends being artists and intellectuals, grouping mainly in cheap pubs, which might create a perfect atmosphere for the new artistic movement of our century, but really bad environment for my lungs and kidneys.
Oh, how I long for this anti-smokers bill to become a law.
But of course, there are not only pubs. I would really love to be more outgoing and join my friends, as long as I have some, at some cultural events, at least once in a fortnight. If someone can give me an example of a theatre performance, a film festival, poetry reading, anything, which starts later than at 7 p.m., plus half an hour or so for my getting there, I am all ears :(

4) This crazy timetable makes it completely impossible for me to see my employed friends and relatives who have regular working hours and spend the weekends with their families/partners. As there are people among them, whom I would really like to meet at least to give them a Christmas present, if nothing more, this little „snag“ is the most painful one for me I am afraid.
Last but not least, this snag is also connected with the question: „How on Earth am I going to build any kind of an everlasting relationship when instead of offering a hot dinner and warm smile all I can offer to my potential husband is a daily exhaustion?“

Well, as my father says, "the worst death is that out of being terrified".

What will come, will come. I can always consider my job being my hobby, talk to my friends on the internet at night, and I can gain some endorphines by sleeping... alone? No point in trying to be positive just now.

Oh, crap. I have just realized that I am writing even blog posts in the length and formal shape of first year essays. Any change of lifestyle, even with that dreadful timetable, will be better for me than this I suppose.

One exam tomorrow, two on Thursday.

Wake me up, when September ends.