I woke up early in the morning with a headache. The sky was clear, and the sun was about to rise. I took a shower to get rid of the remnants of sleep. Then, I went to school, where I had a test in German and one German class.

After that, I returned home and had lunch. On the way home, I took a walk. Then, I prepared for my exams at the Russian university. I studied a couple of topics in history and psychology. After that, I looked through the topics in English and linguistics. I wondered why these books complicate the difficult concepts so much. Why couldn't they have been written in simpler terms? With my level of English and general linguistics, I simply can't read and comprehend that.

In my own stories, I also complicate the language, hehe, but come on, I'm not trying to explain a specific topic to anyone. It's just the way it flows. In scientific articles, they write about repeatable things using complicated vocabulary without providing definitions for that vocabulary. I don't understand how a student with minimal knowledge of linguistics is supposed to understand that, even if Russian were their native language. Sometimes, I regret being accepted to that university. In the past I attended several history classes at Birmingham University, where the professors' language is much more comprehensible, even if you weren't in the previous classes. Any student could understand them, even with minimal knowledge of history.

In short, I complained about how they complicate the articles in Russian universities.

Nevertheless, I dove into my studies, and then suddenly a surge of energy coursed through me, igniting a spark of motivation to attend an Italian class. I’ve been neglecting my Italian studies lately, caught up in the whirlwind of too many other subjects, particularly German and the demands of my university coursework. But tonight, like a lightbulb flicking on, I rediscovered the sheer joy of immersing myself in the Italian language.

Meanwhile, my Russian teacher approached me with a rather intriguing offer: "Let my son help you with history." I graciously thanked her but politely declined, feeling that I had had my fill of history for one day. Her son is a history professor, with a deep passion for Russian history from Antiquity to the USSR. He particularly adores the reigns of Catherine the Great and Peter the First. If I were to ask him a question about history, I’d probably be swept away in a veritable flood of information on the myriad reforms throughout Russia’s rich history!

However, that’s not quite my cup of tea when it comes to learning. I thrive on reading even documents slowly, delving into unfamiliar terms, and savouring every detail—it's the way I roll, haha! In the Italian class, I set out to do the exact opposite: to simply bask in the beauty of the language and revel in the delightful stories it offers. And that’s precisely what I did, with a heart full of joy.