24 days until I go home and I can’t wait it.
I stopped writing this blog a while ago… The reason is that I don’t really feel interesting anymore. I feel like I’m living in a bubble. And unfortunately, I’m not talking about the cool Bubble-staff (a.k.a. cosy, familiar, friendly, St Andrews life) I am talking about being the main character in a European art film with obscure filter where the soundtrack is too loud that you actually can’t hear what the others are talking about.
In addition, I had a lot of coursework in the last couple of weeks (one presentation, two 2000-word-long essays, a Visual Analysis Test (about approx. 2000 images), an Italian test, and also, tomorrow I have another one), therefore I am extremely underslept, stressed, and by the way, I am really running out of money…
Don’t misinterpret anything it is not the time of complaining – it is time for funny stories!
1.) Are you gay?
Since my very good friend, Emily and I’ve realised that we suppose to meet our husbands here, at uni, we also had to realise that most of our Art History classmates are girls or probably gays. So I decided to ask anyone if they are gays or not, cos I won’t cause any misunderstanding. As you can imagine, boys had weird conversations with me. Unfortunately, they say that St Andrews is the paradise of LMBT, but my rate is 1 out of about 100…
But I won’t give up!
2.) Sleeping in the library
Because of I had to use a lot of heavy Art History book for my essays, I decided to move from the study room of the hall to the Main Library. Well, let me just say, if you spend there more than 14 hours with hardcore studying (and facebooking and having chats and eating cakes and show stupid videos to your Italian fellow and tumblring and…), you’ll be deadly tired as well. And the library has very cosy sofas. So, yes, I did take a nap a couple of times there. I don’t know why it happened to me that every time I woke up, someone was staring at me! Haven’t you seen sleeping people, dude??
3.) Raising Weekend
This is a habit in the University. The Academic families have a lot of fun (and alcohol) on Sunday, and then on Monday, every ‘children’ have to participate in a huge FOAM FIGHT on the Quad. (Oh, and your academic family dresses you up. Yep, there were lots of weird stuffs…) I smelled like shaving foam for days.
None of them was actually funny? It is probably because I slept ONE hour last night!
That is the thing that I can’t get out of my head. When I came here my target was, subconsciously, to be lonely and sad, never talk to anyone, but study a lot to show that I’m actually clever and paint and learn music and learn the proper British accent, do a lot of sports etc.
Oh, and I failed miserably! After my birthday I can’t say that I don’t have friends. And they are really the nicest, most caring people that I’ve ever met. So I can’t be the lonely, cool, sullen girl who looks down on people because I feel that I have to be nice and caring as well.
So two weeks ago yes, I was studying like hell trying to understand what the discipline of ‘International Relations’ is and how Duccio reflects Giotto. I wasn’t so successful. So on the last week I haven’t done anything because I felt it is the same doing nothing and tying but not being successful. Unfortunately it seems to me that it’s true. I skipped two Art History lectures, one Italian and one IR this week, I felt asleep on another IR lecture and on the third Art History I was facebooking and taking selfies with the girls next to me. So my balance is 1 out of 7. Congrats to myself… Result: on my Art History tutorial nobody cares that I have no clue and I don’t speak a world, and IR? OK, It was humiliating. But actually we were talking about a reading that by the way I’d read and about the lectures last week that I’d actually attended. So yes, it was humiliating because I wasn’t prepared enough (or mostly because I have no thoughts on this whole IR thing…), but it wasn’t because I spent my whole week partying…
All the sports I do is just tennis once a week (more or less), no running on every day, no volleyball, nothing.
In addition, I forgot to go to my piano lesson last week. And I don’t practice… So music skills improvement is zero.
And my British accent? Who the hell I am kidding with? I can’t pronounce a word correctly. But, at least my friends are trying to teach me.
OK, to sum up, I’m so bad at uni life. No, it’s not true. I’m good at socializing, participating, wearing the “Keep Calm and Study” T-shirt I bought in Oxford, using the vending machine in the Main Library and using the Tesco self-check-out. But I’m such a useless dull when that’s tie to study!
I went to Edinburgh, by the way. It is a lovely city. But I had not so much tie to sight-see cos I had to study an image (Venus Raising from the Sea by Titian) in the national Gallery…
First of all, I don’t really have time to write because university is hard. I’m all the time in the library/study room doing my readings… (Yes, it means the I am a nerd…) And when I’m not studying, well I’m walking home (it is a long way…) or playing piano or taking a singing lesson or a drawing class etc. Or I went out. Once. (Okay, more than once…)
Today I will talk about this article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/wait-but-why/generation-y-unhappy_b_3930620.html?utm_hp_ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false
Actually, two people have sent me this. One of them was, of course, my mom (-,-) and the other was a friend of mine and they both think that is actually true, and especially true for me.
Well, NO. I cannot say I disagree with every single parts of it; there are a lot of good thoughts as well. But let’s see it:
I am pretty sure that I am part of the Generation Y because I was born in 1993. Unfortunately, I’m not so sure if I am a yuppie. For those of you who don’t know what it is: it come from (Y)oung (U)rban (P)rofessional. It is a term used to describe someone who is young, possibly just out of college, and who has a high-paying job and an affluent lifestyle. Nowadays people tend to use it to describe any rich person who is not modest about their financial status or just simply to refer a member of upper/upper middle class in their 20s or early 30s. Just to be punctual:
However, let’s presume that I will be or just wanna be one or I’m on the way to became one. So then I’m a GYPSY (I assume that it’s just me coming from a country where the integration of Romany minority is not so successful who find it a bit offensive – or very appropriate (?)). Do I think that I am the main character of a very special story? Well, not always. And it is a shame.
Personally I think everybody should think like that all the time. I mean that THEY are the main character of a very special story. Everybody is unique and special. We are all talented at something. If you keep working hard, you’ll achieve your targets. No matter what’s happening you have to go on and work for it. But it is even more important that you have to be happy. Always. Nobody has time for being unhappy. No matter what you’re doing you HAVE TO enjoy it. And I know sometimes enjoying yourself and working to make your dreams reality are not the same. Then you have to measure which option is better in the short and in the long run. But if you have to decide to often maybe your dream is not your dream…
Anyways, I can’t think all the time that my career should be green grass with flowers with huge rainbow vomiting unicorns. I don’t always feel as special as a rainbow vomiting unicorn but I wanna believe that I am special. And I believe that everybody is special. (Yes, I don’t believe in the ‘definition’ of this word.) Maybe you don’t know it yet but that is time to figure out why are you special.
Happiness and satisfaction is not (just) about career contrary to that the article suggests. I don’t know how to find happiness but I am looking for the answer.
However, I agree some parts of the article. I think everybody knows the phenomenon of Facebook Image Crafting. And the advice for that is great: DON’T CARE ABOUT OTHERS! But don’t think about just envy. Don’t care about haters or people saying you’re not smart/talented/clever/brave etc. enough.
The first advice is also great: Stay be ambitious. Take the opportunities, be brave, do whatever you want.
And the second one? Actually, I partly agree. If you don’t know what your specialties are, it doesn’t mean you are not special but you have to think about it. Specialty and talent can be anything, just find it and improve it.
So don’t forget: we are all unicorns.
Population: 16,680 (about 10,000 students and 2,000 university staff)
Location: 50 miles from Edinburgh, 13 miles from Dundee, 70 miles from Glasgow
Okay, some of you might have known that St Andrews is an old university. By old I mean like a fossil. No, it is actually ‘just’ 600 year old. (603 to be punctual, but they’re still celebrating the anniversary…)
Well, let’s see some evidence why I am living in the muggle Hogwarts:
1. THEY HAVE QUIDDITCH LESSONS.
I’m not joking. But telling the truth it is because here is a society called Dumbledore’s Army. So twice a week these guys dress up like Quidditch players with brooms and gowns and balls and they try to play something like Quidditch. Talking about gowns:
2. RED GOWNS
Thanks for God we don’t have uniform but most students have red gowns.
When there is uni event on, you can use it as a uniform. There are a lot of specific rules how to wear it, if I have one I’ll show you. Yes, it means I don’t have any. I’d say it is basically because it is ONEHUNDREDFIFTY POUNDS!!! Good news: you can buy a second-hand one for about 80…
So, there is a tradition that on every Sunday we have a Pier walk, but you have to attend it in this specific gown. Or the other day there was the anniversary celebration where some of the students used it. Here is a video about it:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v06tDbMVEFw
Actually, this night had a very special moment for me. I was in the middle of the crowd on the beach (where we couldn’t hear the music) with my two friends and we were so hungry so we decided to go to eat and left the venue. But somehow we happened to be on a closed path on the hill. So we’re totally alone but finally we could hear the music perfectly matching to the rhythm of the firework in the middle of a smooth night listening to the sound of the sea… That was the first moment when I appreciated that I’m here.
3. COMMON MEALS
Most halls are catered here so these meals became repasts around long tables with a lot of people sitting and talking around you. It is really like in Hogwarts.
4. STUDENT LIFE
As I said students take out about the half of the population. So it feels like you’re in a huge boarding school. But sometimes it’s horrifying. Students are generally moving in herds to go to classes, to Tesco, to a bar, to the halls. Sometimes I find it redoubled being in the middle of the herd but when you have to go somewhere and you are alone and there is a bunch of people walking the opposite direction, it is just freaking scary! It’s really like a survival show…
And if someone has still doubts, here are some pictures about the town:
OK, so here is what happened in the last couple of days:
There is a tradition here, in St A that all the freshers can be adopted by older students. This makes sure that nobody got lost or depressed or anything. So my mom is a very lovely Thai fourth year girl. We met on my first day in the hall and she was so helpful and everything.
She took me to the Christian BBQ party – I know how does it sound like, but it was great. Of course I felt all the time that I was cheating cos I’m not religious at all. Obviously (yes!!), there were some veggie burger as well – actually, thus I love being in the UK: there is always some vegetarian food! (Moreover there a Vegetarian Soc as well.)
Then she also took me to the Debate Society which was very edutaining. Title: This House Would Live Fast and Die Young. The debate made me think about my life (just like everything…). It doesn’t matter what other people know about you after you die. Come on, you’re dead anyway! The only important thing is to be happy, content and satisfied. Life is simply just too short not to be happy. So I deiced no matter what I have to do to achieve My Ideal Life, I’ll do it. So I went to the music centre and I’ll take singing and piano lessons. I should take guitar as well, so I’ll see how can I learn it later. I’ll join to the ARTSoc and find a private drawing teacher too and in January I’ll apply for a place at Slade, UCL. Because that’s what I want.
So the debate was witty and interesting. BUT why does everyone have to wear corduroy pants, glasses and suit ALL THE FREAKIN’ TIME?? The whole venue was just like Hogwarts: old building, red flags everybody wearing their gowns. There were a scepter, a sward, a debate hammer and a throne for the head of the Society. AND you have to sing the Gaudeamus Igitur if you wanna take part in this whole thing, and stand up and sit down randomly. Specially when the RECTOR’s speaking. I think that was the fanciest thing I’ve ever participate in.
Other societies I’ve tried: Pokémon – funny but creepy, Hungarian – lovely!, Vegetarian – tasty food but nothing special…
I wanted to go more but I’ve got sick and now I’m dying in my bed. Yesterday when I was suffering from fever I thought that I really need my ex form-master to heal me and take care about me like in Romania in the last summer camp. Life is hard…
Because of the fact that I’m so clumsy I’m always the one who forget to buy the ticket for the daily freshers’ party. Which means I’ve been on any of them yet. And it has a strong possibility that I won’t, either. I’m such a lame… But I really don’t feel like going now cos I feel all the time dizzy and I’m coughing and I lost my voice, so it’d be strange anyways. Actually, I think I’ve got a cold cos the hitting system is not the best in the D block (where I’m living.)
And what is up with my studies? Well I have 3 modules: Art History, Italian and IR (International Relations, just in case). I have a clash with IT and IR just like in secondary school, sooo have fun for me!
It seems like that I won’t have classes on Friday which means that I can spend my weekends in London! (Okay, not all of them.)
On Monday uni life will start which is great cos this freshers’ week is kinda pointless for me…
Next time I’ll tell you about the town with all the advantages and disadvantages. By that time bye and love and everything!!
P.S: this was the site of my portfolio: http://heenhorvath.wix.com/grownupfairytales