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I'M SORRY!
AGAIN for my long absence... but things have been difficult here. I even lost a lot of weight over all this stress.
The thing is, I got into Cambridge.
It's a long story. I'll try and make it short.
I was so sure about wanting to go to Cambridge, picturing it a nice and ancient and probably posh university. Yes, I saw myself being some kind of the European version of Rory and thought Cambridge was as nice as those elite universities on TV. But then I was invited to an interview there... in New Hall. Pah - ancient! As if! Just about 50 years old, that college. And outside the actual town. And ugly! Picture something that would have been considered modern in the 50s and which has not been maintained very well since then. The rooms were little prison cells with grey bricks and mould and overall the whole building had the charme of an average scruffy school. And for the first time I realized that I'd be separated from Richie.
So when I received the letter informing me that I wasn't picked right away but put in the Winter Pool for further consideration, I was relieved a little bit. On the letter it said that they would phone me until January 11 if they were interested. Well, January 11 came and went and I was utterly relieved and happy. I was so content with having come so far but not having to go there. I love Hamburg, I made friends here in the university and I like it there. Not to mention Richie, Ela and my family.
But then. Last monday I received this e-mail from the linguistics prof who had interviewed me. She wanted to talk urgently about my application but couldn't reach me via telephone. When she finally called me, she told me that the English staff "wasn't too enthousiastic" (meaning they rejected me) but she herself thought that I was "very promising"... I had applied for one or two years of English and then one or two years of Linguistics - they don't offer Linguistics in the first year. Anyway, she proposed to me doing one year of German literature and French and then transferring to Linguistics. I had to decide within a day and a half. Jeeee-sus. Tough decision. I cried so much when I got that offer - but not out of gratefulness but out of despair.
To make a long story short, I accepted and will start there in October. But my secret plan is to just stay for one year and then come back and continue Anglistics and Psychology here. And yes, it IS a lot because of Richie. Who is georgeous, by the way. Totally supporting me. And he is so optimistic about us staying a happy couple while I'm there. Otherwise I wouldn't have gone. Compared to you all I feel like a pussy. I mean, in the USA it is the usual thing to go far from home for college and a lot of people there manage long-distance relationships (Karina - I think I need to tallk to you about how you guys handle it :) )... and I'm whining about a place which can be reached within half a day for about 60 Euros. And then Teddy and Mal being so extremely far off. Really, I admire you all.
So. That's the story.
Spage - how long will you be in London? I have to fly to Cambridge around the 12th of March or so... my plan was to go to London (maybe with Richie) afterwards and stay there a couple of days and visit you. Can I still come?
Everybody else: Remember my "new" e-mail address is korlin at gmx.net. Eric - you're still coming, right? Mal, what about you? Everybody else: Visit me either here or in Cambridge :)
Gotta learn now. Ew.
Love you all!
AGAIN for my long absence... but things have been difficult here. I even lost a lot of weight over all this stress.
The thing is, I got into Cambridge.
It's a long story. I'll try and make it short.
I was so sure about wanting to go to Cambridge, picturing it a nice and ancient and probably posh university. Yes, I saw myself being some kind of the European version of Rory and thought Cambridge was as nice as those elite universities on TV. But then I was invited to an interview there... in New Hall. Pah - ancient! As if! Just about 50 years old, that college. And outside the actual town. And ugly! Picture something that would have been considered modern in the 50s and which has not been maintained very well since then. The rooms were little prison cells with grey bricks and mould and overall the whole building had the charme of an average scruffy school. And for the first time I realized that I'd be separated from Richie.
So when I received the letter informing me that I wasn't picked right away but put in the Winter Pool for further consideration, I was relieved a little bit. On the letter it said that they would phone me until January 11 if they were interested. Well, January 11 came and went and I was utterly relieved and happy. I was so content with having come so far but not having to go there. I love Hamburg, I made friends here in the university and I like it there. Not to mention Richie, Ela and my family.
But then. Last monday I received this e-mail from the linguistics prof who had interviewed me. She wanted to talk urgently about my application but couldn't reach me via telephone. When she finally called me, she told me that the English staff "wasn't too enthousiastic" (meaning they rejected me) but she herself thought that I was "very promising"... I had applied for one or two years of English and then one or two years of Linguistics - they don't offer Linguistics in the first year. Anyway, she proposed to me doing one year of German literature and French and then transferring to Linguistics. I had to decide within a day and a half. Jeeee-sus. Tough decision. I cried so much when I got that offer - but not out of gratefulness but out of despair.
To make a long story short, I accepted and will start there in October. But my secret plan is to just stay for one year and then come back and continue Anglistics and Psychology here. And yes, it IS a lot because of Richie. Who is georgeous, by the way. Totally supporting me. And he is so optimistic about us staying a happy couple while I'm there. Otherwise I wouldn't have gone. Compared to you all I feel like a pussy. I mean, in the USA it is the usual thing to go far from home for college and a lot of people there manage long-distance relationships (Karina - I think I need to tallk to you about how you guys handle it :) )... and I'm whining about a place which can be reached within half a day for about 60 Euros. And then Teddy and Mal being so extremely far off. Really, I admire you all.
So. That's the story.
Spage - how long will you be in London? I have to fly to Cambridge around the 12th of March or so... my plan was to go to London (maybe with Richie) afterwards and stay there a couple of days and visit you. Can I still come?
Everybody else: Remember my "new" e-mail address is korlin at gmx.net. Eric - you're still coming, right? Mal, what about you? Everybody else: Visit me either here or in Cambridge :)
Gotta learn now. Ew.
Love you all!