Tuesday was enrollment day. Very well organized station system, filling in forms, having them checked, ticking race or ethnicity. There might be a statistical interest in that, but without the explanation it seems like an obsession with race. Then again, taking that there is a purely statistical interest, just as the interest in parents education and income, it shows a difference between Sweden and theUK. Sweden is not defined my multi-ethnicity or class. Here, they are all over the place.
Then the adventure begun. Little did I know that setting things up would take the next few days. First I met with a very nice advisor and had a typical English chat. There is something so specifically charming with English conversation, the constant implicative ironies that mean no harm, the need to say more, but politeness hold you back. Like well trained dogs standing in front of an unwatched cake, they approach life and other people. Conventions and desire. So delicious but you know you can’t touch it. Desire and restrain. Not that anything at the moment can distract my desire for my American princess.
Afterwards, I learnt about administrative bureaucracy and normal human flaws. Apparently, they forgot to tick somewhere at registration so none of the Erasmus students could access the computer system. Then the system broke down but eventually I got in. It is fantastic to have access to Internet.
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