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2001-11-06

In true Brenne Bachmann-fashion (he’s a teacher in English here in Växjö), I have good and bad news, and I’m not happy about this. The good is splendid but the bad is perhaps not totally horrible but still very annoying.

The bad is that for each day, I grow more and more weary about some of the people in my class. I’ve tried to ignore them but after today, it is hard. I hate the whole “I’m not in that predicament so I don’t give a damn”-attitude while at the same time wining about “how can I study when I don’t know what’s on the tests”. I’ve heard this twice now and, well, and I thought that the reason of higher education was to actually learn something, not just be able to memorise dates of when all the Gregorian kings snuffed. But each to his own, I guess. The worst is that this person is in every class I go to.

The good news is that yesterday a box arrived with books, and thus my Amazon-virginity was broken. It arrived really fast too. But anyway, the ones that came with this batch was Philip Pullmans His Dark Materials-trilogy, one of the two new Pratchetts and, as the crown above all, Peter Ackroyds London — The Biography. And the last one was everything I had dreamt about, except that it was a trade paperback instead of the more expensive hardcover.

It is full with maps, illustrations, paintings and photos as well as lots and lots of texts padded to the very last page. Sure, not everything might be blissfully accurate, but that I can live with just for the fact that he sort of jumps in the timeline skilfully and without getting you lost. It even seems preferable to the alternative.