so,

Autumn – golden, sunny.
The university – hard. Texts by Chomsky, in the original English version plus classes from 8 a.m. till 6 p.m.
The scholarship – being granted from the average four hundredths above mine.
Living with my new flat mate – in harmony.
In the speakers – Boards of Canada.
Every Wednesday and Friday – English lessons with eight-year-old Michał, I guess he likes me.
Once a week – classes that make me thrill and my tummy ache.
In the evenings – a bit empty.
Before I fall asleep – irrational dreams and fantasies. And nightmares afterwards.
Satisfaction – rather not.

Bread – crumbles and isn't delivered to the grocery on Sunday.

This is how I used to imagine my studies: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yMcZEQ2sLE&feature=related