since 29th there are three orientations going on and i have signed for all of them. i still cannot really distinguish them anyway. there's residence orientation, campus orientation and international students' orientation, which as far as i am concerned hasn't began yet.
so i meet a lot of new people these days; my head can't memorize all the names that appear. i think i will get used to it sooner or later. there are almost 30 000 students studying at sfu, so i don't think i will ever get them all. max, jeff, jessica, astrid, devyn, fraser, henrik, selina, nilo, joolin, katrina, barbara, lindsey, matt... yeah, and so on up to eternity. no one has got such a cool name as i do - grzesiek. people can't really get it how to pronounce it, but they have to get used to it. no excuses. ;-)
yesterday we drove down the mountain with jessica to buy some drinks for the "european social club party". european social club is practically a european DRINKING club. i don't mind that, though. in the liquor store max henrik and i got a hold of polish wyborowa vodka. i felt a bit like home... only that it was twice as much expensive... anyways, i am getting used to expensive things. books here cost 100$ a piece, which is just crazy. i mean, isn't canada one of the world's leading paper producers? i thought so. i have to get those bloody books.
i have already met two polish speaking people on campus. (nevermind bartek) yendrick (jędrek, i mean) and sussan who was actually born in b.c. i have also met two other people who were born on 31st of january. jessica the canadian and anna the finnish. so my birthday perspective look quite promising right now. ;-)
apart from all that i constantly feel like in a cheap holiwood movie. just like those i have so many times laughed at - how could you do all that things? how could you behave like that? etc. i feel it's very very north american up here. except the downtown impression which i have already described (tall buildings, wide streets, fast-food all around etc.), the general attitude of the locals is very north american to me. they cheer, whoe and try to keep the enthusiasm up all the time. some time it seems so bloody artificial and forced that it is actually painful. i think i will expand that point a little bit later on this blog.
that is it for this time, i am running off for dinner!
