One door closing
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tilly_stratfordTengo la camisa negra
Ya tu amor no me interesa
Lo que ayer me supo a gloria
Hoy me sabe a pura
The class had a farewell-party yesterday, it was fun... and sad. I'm horrible at saying goodbye. But I guess it's good closure.
I'm not really a party person, but after the barbeque had been consumed, we'd all played a round of Varulv (or The werewolves of Miller's Hollow, a great card game for a large group of people that involves secret loves, freemaisons, lynching and other fun things. I was a werewolf again and got lynched. Again.), speeches and alcohol consumption (not by me, I'm sober as a priest), things simmered down to people just sitting around, talking about "what comes next", a nice accoustic song played on the stereo and I just leaned back in my chair and thought this was a perfect end to these three years at Skedsmo.
The final part of the party I stood talking with one of my Media teachers, Nils Håkon (a really nice guy. You really ought to buy his book for your kids or check out his web shop). I think students gets too prejudiced when it comes to teachers - they can really be quite friendly critters (says the Werewolf that managed to slay all the teachers playing in one go).
He made me think about journalism once again. It might be the sixtieth time I've thought "No, I won't do journalism. Journalism is so dull, and I was so scared to flunk the class.", but once again somebody shows me the positive sides. A great way to perfect your language, learn to trim the bad stuff, develop good writing habits, et cetera et cetera. I'll never stop fighting that issue. Though he spured me on the thought about getting an English degree, so I can become a subtitler. I've been thinking about that one for years.
So I'm thoroughly finished with that school. I never did find out why the school statue is a pregnant girl, or what that large crate that's been standing in the staircase for six months contains, but I'm finished. Well, not quite. I have to go make a CD of all the things I've saved to the school computers. Mostly projects of my own, but also a nice Icelandic pop song a classmate first played to me.
Oh, and we finished with a ritual burning of Christian Krohg's Albertine. Usually I would have had great qualms with burning a book, but this one was really, really dire. Good riddance to it.
Ya tu amor no me interesa
Lo que ayer me supo a gloria
Hoy me sabe a pura
The class had a farewell-party yesterday, it was fun... and sad. I'm horrible at saying goodbye. But I guess it's good closure.
I'm not really a party person, but after the barbeque had been consumed, we'd all played a round of Varulv (or The werewolves of Miller's Hollow, a great card game for a large group of people that involves secret loves, freemaisons, lynching and other fun things. I was a werewolf again and got lynched. Again.), speeches and alcohol consumption (not by me, I'm sober as a priest), things simmered down to people just sitting around, talking about "what comes next", a nice accoustic song played on the stereo and I just leaned back in my chair and thought this was a perfect end to these three years at Skedsmo.
The final part of the party I stood talking with one of my Media teachers, Nils Håkon (a really nice guy. You really ought to buy his book for your kids or check out his web shop). I think students gets too prejudiced when it comes to teachers - they can really be quite friendly critters (says the Werewolf that managed to slay all the teachers playing in one go).
He made me think about journalism once again. It might be the sixtieth time I've thought "No, I won't do journalism. Journalism is so dull, and I was so scared to flunk the class.", but once again somebody shows me the positive sides. A great way to perfect your language, learn to trim the bad stuff, develop good writing habits, et cetera et cetera. I'll never stop fighting that issue. Though he spured me on the thought about getting an English degree, so I can become a subtitler. I've been thinking about that one for years.
So I'm thoroughly finished with that school. I never did find out why the school statue is a pregnant girl, or what that large crate that's been standing in the staircase for six months contains, but I'm finished. Well, not quite. I have to go make a CD of all the things I've saved to the school computers. Mostly projects of my own, but also a nice Icelandic pop song a classmate first played to me.
Oh, and we finished with a ritual burning of Christian Krohg's Albertine. Usually I would have had great qualms with burning a book, but this one was really, really dire. Good riddance to it.
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Date: 2006-06-24 11:11 pm (UTC)/ Vegar