Happy with a secret

My time here has only continued to go downhill.  Yesterday I went to school to attend a Student Union fair only to find out, it was in another language.  So I thought, oh well, I have other things to do anyway.  I had to register for a Student Union membership, and register for one of my courses.  Doing only these two things were enough to make myself question why the heck I’m on an exchange program.  Long story short, the staff was rude and useless – pointing me in false directions, clearly not knowing what they were talking about.  I was forced to walk from one side of the campus to the other multiple times in the cold and wet weather to find where I needed to be.  The wetness seeped into my boots, soaking my feet.  After half an hour of playing Where’s Waldo, I ended up figuring out what to do and where to go on my own with the help of my handy dandy smartphone.  Lastly, I had to register for a University card.  I took a number, which was 82.  They were only on number 30.  15 minutes passed and they were only on number 36.  That’s when I decided to go home and take my “fuck this” attitude with me.

On another terrible note, I learned that I have nothing to do until February 21, which is when my classes start.  I wish I had known earlier how late classes were going to start so I could at least consider skipping that crappy orientation on Monday.  And with that said, it makes me miss home even more.  I’ll be missing my cousin’s beautiful wedding for nothing.  I desperately wish I had the funds to bring me back to Toronto for a month.

On my way home yesterday, I decided to stop by the city to just cool off and appreciate the European atmosphere.  As I just stood and stared at the landscape of historical European buildings, I thought to myself that many people would kill to be in my position.  The very least I can do is take advantage of it as much as I can.  Maybe I’ll explore on my own. I don’t know.  The only thing I have planned at the moment is going to a city further up north called Uppsala to visit Liatrice’s friend on Saturday.  Hopefully I’ll find a way to fill up my days soon!

Ps. At least my cold is getting a bit better?