make your own rules

Weeell, at the moment "everyone" is hanging out by the pool (probably recovering from last night's charades) while I'm listening to some soppy music, writing and considering staying home tonight.
Sounds boring? Hell yeah and I'm proud of it!
For once I'm the dull one. Yay. Or something like that.

Anyway, what I really planned to say something about was the philosophy of teaching in this country/city/region.
First of all we are supposed to figure out what to read basically on our own, a fact that makes a control freak Aquarius shiver and go somewhat ballistic.
Second, class lasts for three hours, making a poor spoiled Norwegian (who's used to 45 min lectures, break and then another 45 min) lose whatever is left of concentration and willpower.
Hold on, it gets wackier. The following conversation took place in a Thammasat classroom two days ago:

- So Professor, could you possibly recommend a few books that might be useful this semester, just so I have some guidelines?

- No, I can not.

Thinking.

- I just don't know quite where to start in this chaos of information.

- You see if I recommend any one book I will not learn anything from you.

Hmm. You learning from me. Silly me who thought the lecturer should teach ME something. Frustration.
Pull yourself together.

- Ok, thanks anyway.

Great job on the self restraint.

In other word this semester the question will perhaps not be to read or not to read.
It will be WHAT to read? I do realize it's not so bad as this lifestyle is not exactly exhausting, the birds are chirping and I have a pool in the back yard, but still.

Officially losing it,
Camilla