I know, I know, I am a day late, but hey, I'll just say I was on strike, so it's fine.
No, seriously, Happy Belated International Women's Day! As a woman I feel proud to have my own day dedicated to my vagina, even though it is basically because my gender has been suppressed for ... well, like, always. But it gives you a feeling of empowerment, I must say, and I also must say, I am proud to be a woman!
Alright, before I fire off, one note, I am in an extreeeeeemly good mood today (which is why I write like a hysterical teenager going to a One Direction concert (wait, are they still a thing? God, I am old)), which means I will dish out hard, use inappropriate language and be borderline offensive probably (in a funny way, hopefully), so be prepared! (And warned). Additionally, it might not all make sense because this is like a free flow of thoughts and my brain can be really cluttered.
Yesterday was a great day and I will tell you all about it, but let me first tell you about my first day of uni, which was on Tuesday. The University of Vienna is veeeery strange in my opinion. First of all, they're really disorganised and for all classes I've had so far, my teacher was at least twenty minutes late. I mean, I get they have to maintain the cliche of the proverbially late academic, but twenty minutes, really?
My first introduction into university life was a lecture on Tuesday night, which, as such, isn't a great start really. Additionally, the teacher was late and then procrastinated (I think she was really nervous) before finally starting off with her lecture - which was even worse.
Seriously, for the first ten minutes of her lecture, I wasn't sure if she was blind. She permanently kept looking up in the air, as if she couldn't see and her eyes were weirdly titled towards another, it was creepy. For ten minutes, I weighed whether she was blind and reeeeeeally skilled to find buttons on the PC, or simply reeeeeeeeeally bad at teaching and connecting with the audience (because obviously, if she really was blind, I couldn't call her out for bad teaching - that would be discriminatory of disabled people - and THAT really was discriminatory, by the way).
Ten minutes in, I realised it was the latter and her eyesight was OK, she just didn't want to look at her students - and who could blame her? Ten minutes and everybody was already put into a coma by her poor teaching skills and boring agenda. Seriously, they should teach teaching...
There is one more funny thing to tell. While she was droning on, I had about 50 ideas for blog posts and short stories, so I scribbled them down onto my note pad and, soon, observed something entirely funny. As I was writing away with the teacher not really saying anything note-worthy, I got more and more glances of students in my vicinity, throwing me anxious and confused looks, slowly taking up their pens and starting to scribble down notes, too. With an inward laugh, I realised that by writing, I had put some of them in a frenzy because they worried I would write down something crucial they simply didn't realise was crucial - even though it wasn't, as what I was writing was nowhere near related to her lecture. So, if you ever want to put students in a frenzy, just take notes when the teacher is not really saying anything. It will drive them mad!
At some point, Mrs Boring actually started with content, but so swiftly and smoothly, no one noticed and was put in a real frenzy when we all collectively realised it was time to take notes now. Until today, I have no clue what her lecture was about because she just blabbed on in the highest academic jargon and it's been a while since I've talked it, so this is going to be interesting...
OK, jumping to yesterday. Yesterday, I saw the most disturbing thing on the tram. A guy was standing in front of me, wearing ripped jeans and underneath, can you believe it?, he was actually wearing tights! I have seen girls do that, but not a guy...He had a hole just below his bum (in the jeans, what were you thinking?) and through the mesh hose you could see some wiry, black hair sticking out - seriously something I needn't see; however, it was Women's Day, so probably that was his statement, so, thumbs up, I guess... (though, I wouldn't do a thumbs-up too close to his bum jeans hole...)
Apart from seeing the ass hair of a man yesterday, I also taught at VHS and made my first real money in Vienna (yeah!) and had another class at university, which was way better than my introductory lecture, so life's good I guess! I didn't know if it was OK to work on Women's Day, but then I thought how stupid is it to NOT work when what we've been fighting for so long is actually being able to go to work. OK, I do get it, just look at Spain where the whole country basically collapsed because women refused to work - that was awesome, but I felt like it and thoroughly enjoyed it as well (and I didn't blog, which I consider to be my real work anyway).
What's left to say...I hope you all had a great Women's Day and thank you to all women who, alongside me, keep fighting for equality and a world in which gender doesn't play a role anymore when it comes to human rights, salaries and allowances.
PS There will be a vlog on similar topics as well if you're too lazy to read (even though, if you're reading this, you most likely already read the post above, so, sorry).
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