This is starting to feel like an actual university: So. Much. Reading. Okay, not even that much. But when for every class one has to read and understand ~50 pages of more or less legal text, it starts to feel like much.

For some weird reason I do enjoy this. Life seems very structured in a way: wake up, go to lectures, have lunch, more lectures, go to library, go home, sleep. And the more I'm going through this routine, the easier it seems.

(Remind me of this when the exams start and I turn into a stress ball.)