spent my first day of school.
I go every day at nine o'clock, then, twenty eight in the station, boarded the train and began the round to decide which path to choose, what time down. We reached the bus stop, the line reached to about twenty meters back. Fuck. And twenty nine were entering University City with a herd of students coming down from different groups (TAAARDE)
climbed two floors, we went down one, we went back and went back down. Downstairs ask, got back, we broke up and then I found my place: T.223.
For casualidad, tenía acompañante; pero cuando llegamos, una multitud de gente estaba parada (otra sentada) mirando a un pizarrón, donde había una lista que indicaba que a partir de mi supuesta compañera, tenían que dirigirse hacia otra aula. OOOOK, qué suerte eh! el destino decidió que debo empezar sola y hacer sociales; nada mal.
No me puedo quejar, la primera impresión, fue una vista hermosa desde una de las esquinas del edificio; justo la que da hacia el rio y la cancha de River.
Nos dividimos en grupos, a cargo de un ayudante. Era una arquitecta, que después de presentarse, darnos la bienvenida y contarnos un poco sobre todo y la burocracia, nos mandó a comprar unas fotocopias. Tooodos Drive to the photocopier to return as quickly as possible. But then, when I entered the classroom and had students from other banks encroaching workshops. WTF. We meet for six and we did an activity (very collegial): we had to share some opinions and then read to the group. We were asked to bring materials from six for the next class, so we moved some data that served as a contact. They sent us to another room and next to another crowd was already seated, we watched a video and gave us the presentation of the subject. In between, some girls who belonged to the "Student Center" stopped everything to tell us about your organization and what they stood for: NOTES No-cost, satisfied, I want to go. We were told very directly that we bought him notes to certain private libraries which are within the university. Great, is what I will avoid. Let me what's the forecast.
I go every day at nine o'clock, then, twenty eight in the station, boarded the train and began the round to decide which path to choose, what time down. We reached the bus stop, the line reached to about twenty meters back. Fuck. And twenty nine were entering University City with a herd of students coming down from different groups (TAAARDE)
climbed two floors, we went down one, we went back and went back down. Downstairs ask, got back, we broke up and then I found my place: T.223.
For casualidad, tenía acompañante; pero cuando llegamos, una multitud de gente estaba parada (otra sentada) mirando a un pizarrón, donde había una lista que indicaba que a partir de mi supuesta compañera, tenían que dirigirse hacia otra aula. OOOOK, qué suerte eh! el destino decidió que debo empezar sola y hacer sociales; nada mal.
No me puedo quejar, la primera impresión, fue una vista hermosa desde una de las esquinas del edificio; justo la que da hacia el rio y la cancha de River.
Nos dividimos en grupos, a cargo de un ayudante. Era una arquitecta, que después de presentarse, darnos la bienvenida y contarnos un poco sobre todo y la burocracia, nos mandó a comprar unas fotocopias. Tooodos Drive to the photocopier to return as quickly as possible. But then, when I entered the classroom and had students from other banks encroaching workshops. WTF. We meet for six and we did an activity (very collegial): we had to share some opinions and then read to the group. We were asked to bring materials from six for the next class, so we moved some data that served as a contact. They sent us to another room and next to another crowd was already seated, we watched a video and gave us the presentation of the subject. In between, some girls who belonged to the "Student Center" stopped everything to tell us about your organization and what they stood for: NOTES No-cost, satisfied, I want to go. We were told very directly that we bought him notes to certain private libraries which are within the university. Great, is what I will avoid. Let me what's the forecast.
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