Lexis and Pedantics

The module is actually called "Lexis and Semantics". Just for those who don't realise the explicitness of puns.

ANYWAY, this was one of the modules I chose to take to build up the number of points I needed to study a full year. Linguistics is linked to English, it concerns the meaning of words. I thought it would be an interesting thing to study. WRONG.

It starts off well considering the meanings and connotations of words and how these have changed over time and between cultures. It also considers different languages. Big mistake. This leads to a lot of interruptions from international students, saying one of two things.

"Yes, it is that."
OR
"No. We don't say that."

I pay a lump sum of money for these lectures, I do not need these unecessary interruptions which ultimately lead to the same conclusions. Waste of my time. I don't care if you have a different defintion of bear in Russian. Nobody cares. Russians would never need it unless they were reading a Western political cartoon. Or being raised by bears? Does that happen?

Hope so.

Onto the tutorials. My tutor is accidentally insulting.

"I'm from Brazil."
"Oh. You don't look Brazillian by any means."

Errrrrrrm.

He also called all of Spain, "drug dealers". And thought there was a Kryptonian musician called Billy Jo-El.

I digress. Forgot the point. It's rubbish anyway.

Wow. What a waste of everyone's time.

The Flatmates

The absent flatmates. Usually something of legend, but in this case, it was just mediocre and boring.

Let's go into it.

They arrived the day after Freshers' Week ended. As I previously mentioned, one of them had checked in and then buggered off. Anyway, they arrived and I heard them coming into the flat. I immediatly rushed out to say "WELCOME," to the new friends. They barely said anything. I introduced myself and managed to get their names. Talked about their course, they didn't ask me about mine.

"Would you like a drink?"
"No, thanks."
Fucking fine then.

They do not keep food in the fridge or freezer. They do not use the bin in the kitchen. They don't want anything to do with sharing with me. Fuck 'em.

THEN: They got the building to hate our entire flat. Which includes me. I shall write out the transcript.

*Rings bell*
*Flatmate answers door*
GIRL: Hi, are you guys going out tonight?
FLATMATE: No.
*Closes door*

I was in the shower hearing all of this. Luckily, I was in the shower to hide my tears of rage.

Joking. I DO NOT CRY.

Those are the flatmates. If I were a lesser man, it would lead to a breakdown, but I am better than that. I don't even cry.