See this bitch. See this motherfucking bitch. This is the obligatory reading for a hard exam taking place in February.
I’m pretty confident that I’m at least one of the first students that got around finishing all chapters and extra information sections within exactly 42 days.
During that, I found eight typos of which the majority was probably caused by the rephrasing and modification of sentences. I decided to let my smartass side take over me and point them out to the author personally in an e-mail. (He despises people, so I was surprised when his expression softened at my inquiry and he asked me to write him.)
My professor is really pleased and actually talked about me to other lectors and seniors to find out whose tutorial class I’m in. (I still can’t quite believe that he lowered himself to praise another human for reading “attentively” enough to detect those mistakes in the first place. I’m very content…)
All in all, even though I don’t feel like I’m getting along very well with my classmates (a few guys excluded) since their personalities don’t match mine in various ways, I seem to click better with older students on an intellectual level. I’m not saying my fellow students are less intelligent, but I their mind is not yet focused on the same kind of (creative and/or ambitious) ideas. In contrast, the higher years recognize my efforts without me mentioning them, crying out for attention, or generally appearing like a conceited person. They enjoy my company and gladly talk to me, and we just… click. I just met my tutorial class leader, a Sociology senior, while shopping and she was the one bringing up how much my professor appreciated me mailing him.