<ThatFanficGuy> Today was an interesting day.

<ThatFanficGuy> Meeting with the eccentric teacher wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. She's quite amicable in person, nowhere near the image of an old wench that my groupmates created off a single message.

<ThatFanficGuy> It was a good lecture, too. High-spirit terms like "language is the light of the soul", but on-point about the subject itself: that language and literature are connected on more than just pragmatic level, and that we must attend to the spirit of the language (its culture and the background of the person writing the words, among other things) in order to translate it well.

<ThatFanficGuy> Got me a list of books to read. It's... substantial.

<ThatFanficGuy> We will also have to pick and provide analysis for at least ten books from various categories (ancient, Reneissance, modern, Russian, poem etc.) throughout the semester.

<ThatFanficGuy> So my "5 books a year" goes out the window.

<ThatFanficGuy> We're doing analysis of Russian "master translators" next week, it being one class per week.

<ThatFanficGuy> It was a fascinating class at least by the fact that I had to think through it, not just slog through.

<ThatFanficGuy> It was finally a more philosophical ground where I shine far more than, say, English grammar.

<ThatFanficGuy> Fertile field for thought and development.

<ThatFanficGuy> We started with the whole room of students; by the end of the initial speech ("It's going to be a difficult class, [listing reasons], and I don't want anyone who doesn't want to pay effort or attention to attend it"), there we just ten or twelve left.

<ThatFanficGuy> That's not just from my group: it's from the whole year.

<ThatFanficGuy> I'm looking forward to properly reading myself on the subject of translators and partaking actively in the next class.

<ThatFanficGuy> Another class today was German, and our teacher, having heard my interest in the /Deutsch mit Extra/ series from the last semester, brought it to this one. It was such a rush of good memories when we started watching it!

<ThatFanficGuy> "Okay. Don't. Tell. The girls".

<ThatFanficGuy> "Hello, Mum! <..> You know what's German for 'house'? 'Museum'! 'Ich wohne in einem Museum'".

<ThatFanficGuy> Takes me back a bit.

It was okay with the group, too: we kept separate, and I was mostly fine with that. The animosity towards me seems mostly imaginable. Still... I feel like I have to retract from human contact for a time, for my own sake. I want to figure out who my friends are and who can just go to hell. I don't have a lot of energy to spend, and I want to ensure that I spend it on the right people. That, and my attachement issues. It's going to take time.

Running's been going well. The barrier of not willing to take another run fades quickly as I progress further and notice how my body gets stronger and more capable. It's a marvellous feeling, and I'm grateful to myself that I've started it. Next Coke I'm buying is for keeping going no matter the pain.