Sociophobic chickenshit goes to school, part II.

I made it. Been to lectures. Nobody bit me.
I even asked one of the lecturers if there may be the lecture materials available since I spent six weeks working on my doctoral thesis in Stockholm. He didn't blink and said that the presentations will be placed on the internetz in December.
It's fun.
Sure, I need to print out the syllabi and check the books, I might not get so tough as to ask but I think I love the whole thing.
Now I should only kick my ass hard enough to finish my doctoral thesis. Le sigh.

Sociophobic chickenshit goes to school, part I

I got scared last week and simply flunked. I tried but I forgot my schedule at home and I found myself in the building, not being sure where to go and what lecture it should be so I ran away.
This week, I decided that I'll make it. I needed to go to the students' office to clear something up and I managed. I also managed to prolong my university ID and dropped at the library but it's not a big deal. I yet have to go to an actual lecture, it starts in an hour or so, and I'll need to explain why the hell I appear after six weeks of courses. The explanation along the lines of I wasn't around, I was rotting in Stockholm, writing my doctoral thesis, causes a bit of confusion. At least it's not only me who is confused (my default state when in new places with new people) so I feel less crappy.
There's one funny thing. The Natural Sciences are next door from the medical school and one can well see on the tram who goes where. Future docs wear woollen coats and elegant stuff, biologists are generally underdressed for anything but a field trip.

Greetings from Stockholm

The main quest was to get some shoes.
Size 42, black, sans heels. Since I lived in eternal summer for a while and some of my autumn shoes fell apart, I was left with a random pair slightly narrow for my bear paws. Narrow shoes mean that the feet are pressed backwards and this mechanics explains the holes in my heels. I played brave and didn't change the shoes straight away in the shop. After pointe practice, I'm no stranger to pain in the feet and cramped muscles of whose existence I had no previous knowledge but I persevered half a block. Not that the rest of the walk would be easy but now I'm back at the hostel, with my feet propped on a chair.

I managed to get hold of someone who gave me a few hints regarding my biology course. Like, that I should enter my courses in the System. The System is totally user-enmical. Things that could be done in a click or two are done in fifteen. The layout is messy. I have problems understanding what, say, Structure and Properties of Biopolymers means. Which is fine, I'm supposed to study that one in the future but figuring out how some silly studip list of lectures works took me five hours. Alphabetic order is apparently something totally not en vogue at the faculty of natural sciences, nor is some generally discoverable logic. I made up some sort of schedule, submitted it for approval and now, bite it. I'll do whatever I may stumble upon and find interesting (meantime, I sort of arranged an exchange of hard to find U. S. books for yarn - a good part of the annotations adds a list of recommended books that look like hard to find ones. I guess that the staff wants to brag how good their English is or something). And, be assured that I did my best to avoid anything that smelled of lab and had 'practice', 'exercise' or the worst, 'parasitology' in the course description. I'd rather have some mud au naturel, if I may please.