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The phone started ringing at eight this morning and then it went all downhill. My illusion of sleep was crushed brutally and instead I had to spend the beginning of the day to schedule things and match with exams and exam work. The result was that I have not a single free weekend until the end of April. No available weekdays for that matter, though there is nothing unusual.
If people think I am anti-social freak for a few months so they may submit a complaint letters to the college.

I'm starting to get quite stressed about the major design project, especially since it took me three days of reading to find the solution to a particular coding problem. It seems absurd to three days Research resulting in five lines of code feeble. I can say that the three days were not included in project planning.
During a lesson, says the teacher also (the wide and almost incomprehensible peasant Scanian that this is translated into Swedish)  ”…and you already know how the addChild command works, for we have gone through in previous lectures…”, then I sit dead straight in his chair and goes into panic mode that I must have missed something.
To make a long and rather boring story short (but equally boring) I sat and looked through all the lectures again, but without finding anything at all about addChild. I emailed the teacher and asked him to tell where and when this lecture / s must have been inches and where the hell I can find the link? Mail reply was that the info is available in the literature.
Here, I went completely, like the English puts it, bonkers and screaming at the computer screen:
"But you said it has been reviewed in a previous lecture, and now I have looked through your half unintelligible half Danish lessons twice, unnecessarily. And worst of all; I've got to sit and disturb me to death that you say the "terms" with [age], not the rest of us pronounce it [Legal information]. Aaargh, can not boot the System 'Dig away Skåne' again?”*.

Thus have I passed by today's politically incorrect and oversimplified Paroxysm. Nice, then you can tick it off the to-do list.

Now: All communication with the outside world shuts down and the day is devoted to coding the affective.

*For those of you who missed it: Digging Away Skåne was a site that engaged people and divided the population into two camps, to such an extent that it was close to a clash of old school. You know, anything that includes a battlefield and people who, at the sound of war talk, smoke up somewhere in the middle with all the weapons we can muster.
Digging Away Skåne met annually to take some shovels and dig a trench to separate from the rest of Skåne Sweden. Some people took it seriously, some saw the humor of it all. Some were berserk.
But before the Swedish sydspetsens overall population begins to send strykninspetsade skewers cakes (attempt to say the last two words ten times in a row in quick succession) to me so I can say that I do not mind Scanians.
Overall.
It's only just this specific Scanian that gets on my nerves.
And the Scanian woman who rented the apartment / penicillin laboratory in Cyprus to me.
All other Scanians I like, though it may of course change the day I understand what they say.