As I had guessed quite right, it's now the end of this semester abroad anything but pleasant. The word shit, it makes already great - I apologize for that vulgar term, but he is so right. Today I am very, very slowly progressed, what bugs me is relatively strong. I would love to bring it all here, much scheller make ends meet, but sometimes we have no motivation and no longer know what's up and out the bottom. I hope tomorrow I can concentrate better. I thought that studying in England will not be easy - but I have to fight but sometimes so I had not thought of. It is not only to the language - the quantity makes the problem. From the English lessons, as you know him from school I can only dream of. But that I do not need to start, because if I would do it would be me eh not so alone. Every day I fight my way through the texts, understand that I without my huge dictionary, only half would. I'm not a student more in the sense, but a student. But studying is not already in Bremen, sometimes without. And my English is not bad, but I feel in some study books as a child, which a lot of words to be popped in the head and did not know what it is to do with it - because it means nothing. And then the child pressed a pen into his hand and said, so little time then now na write a ten page essay about what you just learned. The only difference between me and the child is that I press not to write on paper must, but the keys on my laptop. Pressing the button seems like an eternity, because you just can not find the words. This one has so many ideas in my head and can not express it as in English. It bothers me enormously and I am constantly torn between up to pop the shit on the wall and on the other hand, I will permit me to not like to pull down such and prove to myself that I can do it. I probably should stay true to the second thing and hope for tomorrow.
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