Despite having entered "add blog entry" section, I'm sitting in front of my computer, reading Sandman's The Kindly Ones (Sandman and X-men are the only comics I perceive worthy being read by me) and wondering what I should write about now.

I've just came back from school - not this one where I acquire knowledge concerning a beautiful English language but from a place of my teacher practice. My pupils are not on a very advanced level, they often have big lacks of knowledge also very basic knowledge what in many cases seems to be caused not only by bad teachers they previously had but also by low IQ, let's be sincere. In fact, when I was having lesson today (about the names of animals) and one boy, Mateusz, was dying to say something about his pets what I commented on (in Polish so as he could understand): "I see you're very zealous". The boy's eyes opened widely and he asked: "What does it mean zealous"? OMG. I have a feeling that those people who have already acquired some knowledge won't learn as many new things as they should and it will be me who will be blamed for this because I try to concentrate more on those whose English is poorer.

I think I've already decided what I'm going to choose as a subject of my Bachelor exam - American Literature, I guess but not so much time ago I was taking also "British culture" and "British literature" into account.

I feel disgust at myself every time I start to think about the sad fact that in spite of sitting at home all day long, I didn’t anything what could be described as important or useful today. I fell into the clutches of procrastination, not more, not less. This word undeniably sounds whole lot better than normal “laziness” or “idleness”, quite like Asperger Syndrome is generally considered to be much better name than original “autistic psychopathy in childhood”.

I should have already prepared some materials for my “beloved” pupils – well, if I could use in public an expression that REALLY fits to them, I’d use for sure such a phrase as: “those spoilt, stupid, insolent brats with a crap instead of brains”. I had read so many times about disgraceful behaviour of people from gymnasium (in Poland school of this kind lasts 3 years and one starts it at the age of 13) but I used to find such pieces of information very exaggerated until I was forced to change my opinion about this issue when I started teaching. During our last lesson I had an occasion to find out that the first rule I should comply with is NEVER to dictate anything – only very small minority of people copy information from the blackboard to their copybooks. I’m going to retrieve my mistake tomorrow, giving some tests to my pupils – I have a vague feeling that their inability to manage to make them will turn out as clear as daylight to me. I should be preparing those texts just now instead of writing this blog but such a boring work it is that I’m happy to exchange this gloom duty for dropping those several lines.

I’t s my new blog. Not the first one to be quite sincere. Three years ago my friend had written some short texts and wondered whether they’re good so then I proposed her to start a blog on which she could publish her plays. She applauded this idea and started keeping it. So did I. Even though in the beginning I found it really cool idea, later I discovered that all that concept sucked because a perspective of writing something in more or less regular time intervals overwhelmed me – I couldn’t stand all those people who wanted me to write more and more. I started several blogs this way but their life was invariably ephemeral – in many cases not longer than several days.

This time it will look differently. I hope you’ll like my blog. I always had liking for reading blogs of other people, apart from the fact that majority of them is as dull as ditchwater; you know, that characteristic nonsensical tripe by a very young girl, somewhere between twelve and sixteen, full of new speech of teenagers, spelling mistakes and “adorned” with dolls that were to be cute but in fact look like Paris Hilton and if they were alive, probably wouldn’t be much more intelligent. Of course, it’s only a spiteful remark and an example of a stereotype – I find it highly illogical to claim that a beautiful woman can’t be very smart in the same time. I don’t profess stereotypes despite my liking for stupid jokes showing popular stereotypes (sense of humor doesn’t belong to my most precious qualities; my mother, when asked what my most important personality defect is, would say that a lack of sense of humor undeniably occupies one of the first places).

I live with my mother despite the fact of being 23 what in my country isn’t anything extraordinary; even people who are already thirty-something are often forced to live with their parents because they can’t afford to buy a flat on their own. I live in a small town in south eastern Poland. I’m tall and slim, with dark blond hair, pale complexion and green eyes. I like reading books and my favourite four authors are Stephen King (occupying the first place on this list since 10 years ago I found “Carrie” in local library), H.P. Lovecraft, Capote and Anne Rice. My favourite films are Terminator 2 (I’m generally a big fan of all three movies of that series) and The Green Mile. I love s-f and horrors (I’ve just recalled when once I was explaining to other students what “gore horror” is and the teacher with a face expressing pure disgust told me to stop talking about this because she got sick). I’m not a big fan of comic books – I like only X-men and recently discovered Sandman. I have recorded all the issues on CD – I simply can’t afford to buy normal, paper version of Sandman. I have a small aquarium – nothing special, indeed, 3 guppies, a sucking loach, two swordtails, three mollies – but in fact I’d love to have a cat. There’s a forum for ailurophiles I visit many times a day. I’m interested in psychology, history (especially ancient civilizations, the interwar period and WWII) and paranormal things and many others.