Politics...

Sometimes it is very difficult to be a religious Catholic in this country...
I like to think that I am religious - a believer and an active member of the Church. I believe in the teachings of the Holy Bible, I attend masses regularly, I pray at least twice a day, I talk to God in my thoughts quite frequently, etc. At the same time I am quite selfish, sarcastic and bitchy, but I try really hard to improve, to become a better person- loving and altruistic, it is not easy and I stumble a lot but I try nonetheless.
However, recently it has become very difficult for me to visit God in His house and attend a mass without feeling a serious discord between the teaching of priests and my own conscience, believes and better judgement. For I am a liberal feminist, I can't help it. I don't think that gay people are sick, that a woman's role is minding the house, the children and the house on top of a professional career (if she's suicidal enough to crave for one) and I think that the doctors, nurses, etc. have every right to go on strike...
Sadly, this doesn't quite agree with the teachings I get in Church every Sunday. And I don't mean the teachings of the Holly Bible, I mean the opinion of the priests. It really bothers me how far the Church goes in trying to influence the politics in my country. How bent it is on promoting the 'healthy family' model and on showing off 'religiousness', whereas the beliefs ought to be well hidden within one's heart and not displayed to the public.
And today, when the priest began his sermon by criticising the protests of the nurses, doctors and teachers, saying that they are attempts of 'a force' to destroy 'the force presently in power' to regain the power themselves. (I am not making this up!)
So then the sermon went on to talk about the joy of making a sacrifice etc. but it mattered no more what the priest was saying, because I was angry and unhappy with his first words and could listen to him no more.
It makes me so very sad that when I go to meet God in the Church and I meet politics and political lobby instead... Why does it have to be like that? The place for God is, true, everywhere, but the place for politics is not, it should be limited. I say NO to the omnipresent politics!!!!

Almost there!

Hey there!

The difficult days are over.

The exams belong to the past (well, yeah, there is a serious one ahead, one like none of the others, a scary-monster-diploma exam, but that one belongs to the far off future of two weeks on). Right now it is time to relax and take it easy, time to take deep breath, a large sip of red wine, to read my favorite book and watch my favorite film, to talk to my favorite people and to listen to my favorite songs, time to sleep and to eat, time to celebrate... me!

Over the weekend I will try to recharge my batteries, to gain strength. I will try not to think of the Methodology exam results and I will try not to panic before the diploma one. I am also not supposed to study anything just yet...

That's the plan. Whether I will stick to it is a different matter... I will probably start panicking any moment now.... I feel it coming...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Ps. This is what I am supposed to look like if I do graduate...

Finally, the worst part of the practical exam is over. Speaking is a piece of cake in comparison to the other four parts- they are truly special, lol!
I'm home now and a gorgeous thunderstorm has passed here a while ago, now the air is fresh and smells so sweetly. It smells of the roses that my mother planted this year outside of my window- they are splendid!
I'll go now and play with my kittens... I believe I've already mentioned that cats are full of surprises, well I was gone for 2 weeks, I come back today and what do I see? Eight kittens instead of two! Magic!!!!
xxx

7/6/7

Oh, how difficult I find it simply to sit down and study for the exam. Virtually impossible. It’s only two days away, so I should really get started, but I can’t. My brain is overloaded and I can’t find a place for myself to settle in at the moment. I’ve tried to sit down in my room to study vocabulary but instead I ended up reading through my favourite "Jane Eyre" passages. Charlotte Bronte has little to do with McCarthy and Misztal but at least she uses a lot of interesting vocabulary, so I may be excused for his moment (o.k. two hours) of weakness… Then, I wanted to do the finishing touches on my thesis but … I went to the garden instead, I tried to work on grammar but after an hour the landlords returned and I decided to go back in. Now I was supposed to analyse a voice for tomorrow’s class but I haven’t got a favourite voice among celebrities, I really don’t! All of the favorite voices I can think of are voices of my friends and acquaintances… they won’t do, so instead I’m writing for my blog. I should be home at some point this upcoming weekend so I can post it then.
I hope my flatmate is home soon, she’s the only person capable of motivating me at the moment. Whenever I’m home alone, I can think of so may things to do that all the things which need doing are always left undone- bad girl!