U.V. said, that I should be a professor in charge of the first course evening section. It was quiet pretty, but crazy. What will be with my studying, if I'd be reliable for one hundred and fifty students or even more? No, thanks a lot.

And I can't read this awful book anymore! I understand the authors' mind, I understand the problems and all, and it's great. It's a tragedy of that time and teenagers of that time, but there's an unreadable language, you know. In every sentence there're "goddamn", "sonuvabitch", "bastard", "for Crissake" and so on. Ah! And this stupid phrases, like "very big deal" or "...blah-blah-blah... and all", which means some kind of indifference. I can't stand this indifference and street speech. But I want to finish it, however.

I've got a cold, I suppose. But I can't just miss my studies and stay home for curing, (un)fortunately.

Hey, that 's my choice!