DAZE

Another Tuesday. Sunny yet sterile. At last there is something to tell. Yesterday they told me that I had been selected for both the scholarships I had applied for. But no one knows where will they send me. It all depends on the Americans and, well, maybe I won't know anything until April. I have spent the whole morning looking for some professor to sign a recomendation form. I couldn't find anyone, absolutely no one. The university is deserted. I do understand it's exam period but certainly students still have doubts and need the assistance of the professors, don't they? I may sound unfair but I do think that professors employ a much lesser amount of effort than students. I hate the hypocrisy of the whole thing. And the same with the bureaucratic stuff. It's all badly organized nonsense and I hate them.
Tomorrow I have a final exam on Old English. And I don't even have the notes. I haven't been to class. No one has shown me how to do the exercices. I really don't know what will the professor require of us. Everyone is afraid of this exam. The only questions that I was certain I could answer correctly were the theoretical ones, but I won't be able to answer at all, since I don't have the notes.
I shouldn't complain. I am very lucky. And everyones tries to help in one way or another. But, gosh, does everyone ignore responsibility? I am upset and I really want to slap someone and just get things going. But everything (and everyone) is paralyzed and ineffective.
To hell. It's only life, isn't it?