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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 I sat through parent-teacher conferences, withdrawn and lying with a straight face.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.
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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.
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I take the liberty of quoting a mail from my English-teacher: "Har forresten et spennende opplegg for engelsk neste år initiert av rektor: et samarbeid med Britisk institutt. Planen er at det skal bli tilrettelagt for en gruppe flinke elever så de kan følge noen forelesninger i et emne avsluttet med et "paper" som vil bli evaluert av instituttet og oppnå studiepoeng. Interessert?"

I have not only had an amazing year, I now get to sit in on university-level lectures. I just might survive an oral French exam, now. Oh, and I'm not entering a classroom to have French with "Skinnebein" again, her two years are up.

LIfe is lovely, if you subtract the upcoming exam: I have lovely friends, I'm finishing Wilde's "De Profundis" ("from the depths", if translated), I get to toy with university-English this fall, I'm most probably taking a Russian-class, getting a manicure, have an appointment with my hair-dresser in a week, am celebrating with Kristine sometime, we have a grand idea for the Norwegian paper we're to write  next year, I think I know what I want to do after Nordstrand and I'm off to England in late July. Now if I could just write.

PS. I did not get "Macbeth". Am I completely hopeless?
nirinia: (Default)
I take the liberty of quoting a mail from my English-teacher: "Har forresten et spennende opplegg for engelsk neste år initiert av rektor: et samarbeid med Britisk institutt. Planen er at det skal bli tilrettelagt for en gruppe flinke elever så de kan følge noen forelesninger i et emne avsluttet med et "paper" som vil bli evaluert av instituttet og oppnå studiepoeng. Interessert?"

I have not only had an amazing year, I now get to sit in on university-level lectures. I just might survive an oral French exam, now. Oh, and I'm not entering a classroom to have French with "Skinnebein" again, her two years are up.

LIfe is lovely, if you subtract the upcoming exam: I have lovely friends, I'm finishing Wilde's "De Profundis" ("from the depths", if translated), I get to toy with university-English this fall, I'm most probably taking a Russian-class, getting a manicure, have an appointment with my hair-dresser in a week, am celebrating with Kristine sometime, we have a grand idea for the Norwegian paper we're to write  next year, I think I know what I want to do after Nordstrand and I'm off to England in late July. Now if I could just write.

PS. I did not get "Macbeth". Am I completely hopeless?
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I've had my last Englishclass, and it scares me. An oral exam left, and I'm done. I'll miss it, it's been fun.
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I've had my last Englishclass, and it scares me. An oral exam left, and I'm done. I'll miss it, it's been fun.

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