To Infinity, and Beyond!

I've decided: I shall get a master in English. While both law and psychology is infinitely tempting, I don't think I can bare not fiddling with languages. And I will do Russian on the side. And I will shanghai my Russian-speaking relatives into talking with me. And I will make sure there is no trace of Norwegian in my English. And I will read so much silly things my head is full of it. And I will buy that critic I spoke of earlier, and worship him with zest (yes, zest, the word is appalling, but it works).

I desperately want to do my master at Oxford, and so there is only one thing to do: excel at everything I do the next three years. Perhaps I'll land myself in our thoroughly arrogant Ministry of Foreign Affairs when I'm done studying. Or do a master in law. The prospect of bantering for a living is infinitely appealing, though I would only work as a barrister. And that is a bit limiting, considering that it is most likely what all law-students want.

Anyone asking what I'll do when I have finished deserves nothing less than my best Snape-interpretation. No less, I tell you. I might call them something nasty/nifty in Russian, for good measure. I also suspect Russian grammar and cases is hellish.

There is still a degree of separation anxiety from upper secondary, but I'm improving. The prescriped dosage of fiction and people is helping.

(Mot evigheten, og forbi! Høres enda fetere ut på norsk enn engelsk. Lenge leve Buzz!)

To Infinity, and Beyond!

I've decided: I shall get a master in English. While both law and psychology is infinitely tempting, I don't think I can bare not fiddling with languages. And I will do Russian on the side. And I will shanghai my Russian-speaking relatives into talking with me. And I will make sure there is no trace of Norwegian in my English. And I will read so much silly things my head is full of it. And I will buy that critic I spoke of earlier, and worship him with zest (yes, zest, the word is appalling, but it works).

I desperately want to do my master at Oxford, and so there is only one thing to do: excel at everything I do the next three years. Perhaps I'll land myself in our thoroughly arrogant Ministry of Foreign Affairs when I'm done studying. Or do a master in law. The prospect of bantering for a living is infinitely appealing, though I would only work as a barrister. And that is a bit limiting, considering that it is most likely what all law-students want.

Anyone asking what I'll do when I have finished deserves nothing less than my best Snape-interpretation. No less, I tell you. I might call them something nasty/nifty in Russian, for good measure. I also suspect Russian grammar and cases is hellish.

There is still a degree of separation anxiety from upper secondary, but I'm improving. The prescriped dosage of fiction and people is helping.

(Mot evigheten, og forbi! Høres enda fetere ut på norsk enn engelsk. Lenge leve Buzz!)