
Piatkowe zajecia dobijaja. 6 godzin z 2 (slownie 2) przerwami na kawke. Potem zostalismy zaproszeni na lunch z waznymi ludzmi. Jedyne o czym wszyscy mysleli to kiedy sie to skonczy i bedzie mozna pojsc na soju i piwko i cos do jedzenia.


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Friday class is killer. 6 hours straight and an average of 2 breaks for coffee. Afterwards we got invited for an official dinner. Everybody was thinking of when this torture is gonna finish and we're gonna be able to have a soju, beer and some snacks.
And so we did. Today (that is Saturday after a Friday) i was suffering 3 hours until my body decided to function in an ordinary way. I think the caffeteria had also had some input into my recovery. The theory behind caffeteria food is easy - "Since it's gonna taste nasty, we might as well make it damn spicy". So... today while eating soup I cried (not to mention blowing my nose every 5 minutes). But I am alright now.
Yesterday we ended up at a local place. Ambitious plans changed as we got more and more soju. Either way I think it's good we did not go anywhere else. Here's some pictures to remember ... or to remind :P
