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Reading What I Need Vs. Reading What I Want.

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As an English student there is a constant battle within me to read the books I really want to read or the books on my syllabus. Sometimes, if I’m taking a literature course, balancing things is impossible (like the time my class was going through one novel every week) but sometimes it’s more flexible and I can squeeze in some favorites. I normally try to read two things at one: one for school and one for myself (it helps keeping my sanity intact). If I happen to read British classics for school, I try and make my choice something completely different, like sci-fi or something (although that rarely happens).

This term things are a bit different since I’m not studying literature at all, but media. However, there is loads to read (textbook chapters, articles, massive amounts of googling to be done). This gives me the possibility to read more literature of my choice. Happy days ahead! Read the rest of this entry »

Studying Media in England and Loving It.

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The Quadrangle, my favorite part in the campus.
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I’ve been in Newcastle, England, for two weeks now. I’m an exchange student and although this title would imply I am doing some serious studying, I’ve been pretty much spending my days as a tourist. No, I have not skipped school- Newcastle University has one great week of introductory meetings and lectures for international students, followed by a week of total freedom to roam the streets of the “Toon” (Newcastle) and go to their numerous day trips outside town. So all I did for two weeks was to get accustomed to the campus and the town, figured out where to get this and that, visit York, and had chips on the Tynemouth beach. As awesome as all this might sound, you get really tired after a while. At least I did. I really wanted to start school, which is exactly what happened this week. Read the rest of this entry »

My future plans regarding blogging.

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The optimist-looking figure in the imagine does not reflect my feelings on the matter.

 

In the last few months Bold Italic became my home. I don’t literally live in it, but if that would be an option I would strongly take it into consideration and spend my days surrounded by pixels. For a long time I was looking for what I really liked doing, what I really liked studying, what I was really passionate about. I now know I always had this. Literature was always a constant in my life, if not the only one. Once I figured this out, the next step was finding people to share my thoughts and ideas with. It’s hard to find the right folk who would listen to your rants and weird opinions. To blog about this has turned out to be one of my best ideas. I’m grateful that people I don’t know are interested in reading my stuff, and it gives me the confidence I need to click the “publish” button for yet another post. I love this blog as it is my treasured, contained space where I can be myself and write what I want. Nobody dictates what I write about, there are no deadlines, and I love the community.  As it turns out, I really like blogging!

Seeing as I am so happy to type away my literary thoughts, it’s only natural to want to blog about the next big thing in my life: a semester abroad in UK.

This September I will go to Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom, where I will spend four months doing great things for my future: studying, making friends, building memories, and possibly getting drunk. I’m not sure about the getting drunk though. We’ll see.

I realize this is going to be really great for me and really boring for many (I mean really…who cares). Therefore, I decided not to blog about it on BoldItalic, and instead make another blog dedicated to this. I’m mainly targeting an audience of students or future students, especially those that are planning to make that big step and apply for a semester abroad, but everyone who is interested in reading this kind of stuff is welcomed. My home university is being awesome as usual and will share my blog on their Facebook, as well as let me post on their own blog.

BoldItalic is still my main blog, and I will probably have common posts on both blogs if they are about literature. In any case, there is always a link to my study abroad blog up there in the menu bar.

At this point there is nothing left to say other than I’m equally terrified and delighted at the experience that will follow.  I lied wrote a post on the new blog about how brave and courageous I am, but I guess I didn’t fool anyone and everyone knows what I really want to do is get in my bed under my blanket and never go out again. But plane ticket is booked, I have a course selection, my student grant is on its way and so am I on 17th September (to Newcastle).

Wish me luck! I will surely need it. Especially on the drinking and having fun part.

 

P.S: next post is going to be a book review. Pinky swear and all that.

 

 

 

Difficult Exams are like Skydiving Without a Parachute: You Might Just Make It.

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If you don’t get this joke there is still hope for you. For the rest (like me) there is only therapy.

You have good exams and you have bad exams. I don’t mean life exams or any other deep stuff like that; I mean sit-ins, pen and paper exams, the ones you need to study for or stay home. In my student life I had mostly good exams. Not that I’m bragging or anything, but I get pretty good grades. Ok I’m bragging, so what? Most of my exams ended with well-earned good results for which I studied hard. Except THAT ONE. The exam that was left in history as the horrible, despicable, Phonetics exam!

Lecture after lecture I was left with a sound and reassuring impression I understood the stuff. It made sense. It was oh-so-logic. In retrospect I think this might have been because it was taught by a teacher who I previously had for other courses, and from whom I knew I understood very well. He is a good teacher, knows how to explain, and it is only because of him I managed to pass the god damn thing anyway. He would make funny association as “ the Hugh Grant sound”, the “ cat A” and other weird stuff that made us laugh and therefore remember them.

So together with this awesome feeling that I knew everything I started doing my revision and started to practice phonetic transcription. And lo and behold: I knew nothing. Every time I transcribed a word and then checked in the dictionary something equally strange and different was staring back. Late nights would find me surrounded by loads of paper, empty coffee mugs, and a ton and a half of frustration. In the end I had to give up and tell myself I won’t show up for the exam and just go through the whole thing for the re-examination. I had never failed an exam before. Son of a… Read the rest of this entry »