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There was never a better invention than student advisors, hired to help lost students figure out what on earth they're doing. They get paid to make sense of my degree. Yes, I went to see a student advisor. And she said that I could just do a double major, in English Language and Literature. Meaning that I get Russian and literature, as well as only a halfway useless degree. If the language part turns out to be horrid, I just get rid of it altogether.

My reaction to the grammar and linguistics courses is also entirely normal: they are legendarily hellish, apparently.

And I get to write a bachelor essay/thesis, provided that the faculty makes it available by then. I am almost delirious with happiness.
nirinia: (Default)
There was never a better invention than student advisors, hired to help lost students figure out what on earth they're doing. They get paid to make sense of my degree. Yes, I went to see a student advisor. And she said that I could just do a double major, in English Language and Literature. Meaning that I get Russian and literature, as well as only a halfway useless degree. If the language part turns out to be horrid, I just get rid of it altogether.

My reaction to the grammar and linguistics courses is also entirely normal: they are legendarily hellish, apparently.

And I get to write a bachelor essay/thesis, provided that the faculty makes it available by then. I am almost delirious with happiness.
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Oh, gods, I want to move on to something beyond the basic "Ok, let's write an essay without even citing secondary reading". I want narratology, critique, theory!

And Narratology might be my new pet theory. I'm sure no one gets this, but in unbiased English it just means that I've found new ways to be nerdy. And that I wish I could have more serious tasks to tackle.
nirinia: (Default)
Oh, gods, I want to move on to something beyond the basic "Ok, let's write an essay without even citing secondary reading". I want narratology, critique, theory!

And Narratology might be my new pet theory. I'm sure no one gets this, but in unbiased English it just means that I've found new ways to be nerdy. And that I wish I could have more serious tasks to tackle.
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The Norwegian school system has always been a disappointment, from the moment I learned how to read, multiply, divide and conjugate "to be", I have been disappointed. Talent is a thing to be shunned, it is scary, appalling even, and must be handled accordingly. Boring my way through conjugations I had known by heart for years, I told my teacher so, and spent my final year of primary school English classes playing silly games, alone in a computer lab.

When I was miserable, for the better part of primary school, no one saw a thing. I did my best to conceal it, but I cannot have been that apt. They must have seen the girl in the corner, and what went on behind the smiles. No doubt, I was an insufferable know it all, I was the teachers' pet and used words bigger than I was, but someone must have seen something. I sat through parent-teacher conferences, withdrawn and lying with a straight face. Everything was fine, perfect, absolutely "honky-dory". What kept me going through mundane classes was the thought of Upper Secondary, where I was sure people would be interested in the classes they took, there would be challenges and interesting conversations. Need I say I was hugely disappointed?

I would love to know the number of mind-numbing exercises I have done over the course of my schooling. Progress comes, inevitably, and it is on to Upper Secondary. A year and a half of boring English classes, the first year with a marvellous teacher, sadly intent on teaching me how to conform, the half of the next with the worst I have yet encountered. It ended in me taking two years worth of English classes in one, with promises of University-level English thrown around.

Imagine my rapture, someone saw my need for a challenge, and took it to heart. I had the most fun yet in those six months of classes, and stunned an examinator with my knowledge and locution. Again, inevitably, I am disappointed, those university lectures I was promised seem to have evaporated somewhere along the line, and I am stuck doing nothing. If I ever have children, there is no way I am putting them through the hopeless educational system in Norway.
nirinia: (Default)
The Norwegian school system has always been a disappointment, from the moment I learned how to read, multiply, divide and conjugate "to be", I have been disappointed. Talent is a thing to be shunned, it is scary, appalling even, and must be handled accordingly. Boring my way through conjugations I had known by heart for years, I told my teacher so, and spent my final year of primary school English classes playing silly games, alone in a computer lab.

When I was miserable, for the better part of primary school, no one saw a thing. I did my best to conceal it, but I cannot have been that apt. They must have seen the girl in the corner, and what went on behind the smiles. No doubt, I was an insufferable know it all, I was the teachers' pet and used words bigger than I was, but someone must have seen something. I sat through parent-teacher conferences, withdrawn and lying with a straight face. Everything was fine, perfect, absolutely "honky-dory". What kept me going through mundane classes was the thought of Upper Secondary, where I was sure people would be interested in the classes they took, there would be challenges and interesting conversations. Need I say I was hugely disappointed?

I would love to know the number of mind-numbing exercises I have done over the course of my schooling. Progress comes, inevitably, and it is on to Upper Secondary. A year and a half of boring English classes, the first year with a marvellous teacher, sadly intent on teaching me how to conform, the half of the next with the worst I have yet encountered. It ended in me taking two years worth of English classes in one, with promises of University-level English thrown around.

Imagine my rapture, someone saw my need for a challenge, and took it to heart. I had the most fun yet in those six months of classes, and stunned an examinator with my knowledge and locution. Again, inevitably, I am disappointed, those university lectures I was promised seem to have evaporated somewhere along the line, and I am stuck doing nothing. If I ever have children, there is no way I am putting them through the hopeless educational system in Norway.

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