I remembered one thing from last week I didn't mention and that was the dinner with the faculty of political science. The dinner itself was nice with me and 4 others from my class and 7 C-students and then 3 teachers and the administrative head of it. Really good, but the funny stuff is the things that occurred before the dinner. We thought we had it planned in my class, no presents, we've been busy trying to finish the essay and then read 250 pages of academic text. Sad, but we have been pushed very hard the last days. So we had that consensus among us, but the same day one of us get a phone call from the C-students that had decided on flowers (we were told). That wouldn't do for us then as we can't be worse then the C-students. So we counter with 4 chocolate boxes that I had to buy and then wrap in silver paper.
Is it just me our didn't that feel like a metaphor for an arms race? We thought we had them by the hooks with chocolate (honestly, who could beat that?), but they didn't stop there, no. They had to get them a white painting with there signatures on. Those tricky bastards! Didn't expect that did we? No, they took us unprepared for that and we weren't able to counter that,so hopefully the more personal and quick rush of chocolate made a better impression. At least on the teachers as it happened that during our "graduation" party this saturday we raided the administrators chocolate box (her daughter studied with us and we were at their apartment). Really good chocolate I tell you. Together with the snack and birthday cake we had. And we didn't break the apartment although a glass was shattered but it wasn't me
Final point of today was that it seems like my talk about chocolate, cakes and whatnot has garnished me the reputation as a distributor of quality seals of approval on such things by my friends as she who made the cake specially asked me what I thought of it. And I loved it.
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