International shit

Hello,

sådan ville man starte, hvis man altså var sådan international. Jeg hører lige sommerens feriesang og fornemmer lidt udenlandsstemning, selvom jeg fryser lidt, når jeg går uden for, og på trods af det sammen med Rasmus lige har planlagt at sove udendørs (altså under en teltdug) med sovepose, fire lag tøj og en vinterdyne. Det der med at gå til fest på landet...

Jeg kommer kun til at gøre dette her én gang - på ære! Man må faktisk ikke. Men jeg vil gøre en undtagelse, fordi jeg bare synes, at jeg selv er så pissehamrende sjov. I hvert fald lige her. Hvis min blog skulle være international, ville det kommende være et godt bud på, hvordan den ville se ud. Hvis jeg altså kun skrev om skolen. 

Jeg elsker at få ros. Jeg er en megastor pleaser, og så længe jeg gør ting godt og får ros og klap på hovedet, behøver jeg ikke tage stoffer eller andet skørt. Derfor blev jeg sådan lidt lille-hund-med-tungen-ud-af-munden-agtig, da min engelsklærer roste min sidste aflevering og sagde, at han faktisk fandt den underholdende. Og han er et repræsentativt udsnit af gennemsnitslæsere, så nu gør jeg det, man ikke må: Gør min blog international for en dag ved at... poste skolearbejde. 

Reflection on my first two years at Hogwarts

The 11^th of August was my 2-year-anniversary of starting high school. A few days after my first day, I wrote my first high school paper. When I look back at it, I remember how I felt when I wrote it. I was a bit nervous, but mostly very excited about my new lifestyle. Little did I know that high school within the next two years would drag me through both Hell and Heaven, give me unique memories and happy days and make me feel like being run over – by a tank. Luckily, high school gives you an all-round education, so now I know. 

I spent a lot of time in our first year thinking I was getting to know high school (I did not until our second year). However, I got to know a lot of interesting people, how Maple works, how to spell “several” and most importantly: How to find my way round in a huge school which turned out to have a staggering amount of similarities with Hogwarts! One of my first days, I actually got lost when trying to find the classroom the rest of the class was in. When I did not succeed, I cried and called my mom, ready to give up on my education. My sense of orientation has not gotten any better since those first days but in time, I got to know Hogwarts’ unknown twin.

I chose to have social studies at the highest level, because I had an interest in politics before I started high school and I hoped I would to get to learn and discuss a lot of politics in school. Social studies turned out to be very interesting, but nothing like I thought. Luckily, my classmate Michael – a member of the Social Demokratic Youth of Denmark – introduced me to his second home. It did not take long before I moved in along with Maria and Lise who were also my classmates. That quickly made us “DSU’erne” in our class alongside with making us evolve from totally different individuals who were classmates to totally different individuals who were best friends.

     After the summer holidays, by the very start of our second year, the former prime minister of Denmark called the election. At that time, it was without a doubt the most important three weeks of our lives. We had to fight for a proper future for our country – alongside with almost doing our homework, trying to attend our classes and handing in our written assignments a little too late. Of course, the luxury of sleep was totally out of the question during those three weeks.  

“We did it” and we won the election, so we could return to our normal everyday lives with peace in our minds.

Returning to normal was easier said than done, because normal was long days, tons of homework, written assignments everyday (or at least it felt like it), still no sleep and above all: AT (common preparation for further education). 

     I do not find it possible to think of a thing on earth more frustrating than AT. Sometimes, it feels like you spend a whole week pretending to write an assignment. You have to figure out how to pretend to write this assignment, but no one can really tell you. The only thing they do tell you sounds something like: “You have to learn by failing. Hard.” 

In the end of our second year, however, two of my teachers told me that I now understood what AT was about. I did not know, how I could possibly have figured that out, but it felt good.

Our second year ended with exams and we went to much needed summer holidays. Before we knew it, we were back again. And so, here we are. So far, it feels like a vacation. My boyfriend recently asked me: “So, are you just going to relax this year?”. Trying to avoid sounding like a homespun philosopher, I answered: “The first year is when you have fun, the second year is when you hang in, and the third year is when you go knock ‘em dead”. I guess that is kind of a homespun philosophy, and for the record, I am well aware that this year is not going to be a vacation.

     I am getting close to word-limit, so I will once again cut myself off before I am done. I wondered, if I was going to write another assignment like this next year, but I realized that next year at this time, I am not in high school anymore. Even though we high school students complain a lot, I know it will be sad when we have to leave. At least, we still have one year left of the drill, and I know I will take this back a hundred times later on, but I am looking forward to it.

Faktisk håber jeg lidt, at bloggen aldrig bliver international. Så skal jeg i hvert fald kraftigt revurdere titlen...

Sincerely yours,

Tilde