OH GOD AM I A BIG GIRL NOW
So, er, this post is a follow-up to this other post. This one is happier, if still filled with self-doubt. But there's no escaping self-doubt when you're talking about me. Self-doubt is how I roll, and I'm okay with it, mostly, maybe.
The one course I mentioned on that post above - the one I said would be a guaranteed entry - well, that's the one I was placed in. And even though, at the time, I said I wouldn't take it... I'm actually up for it now. Shit, when you think about it, Applied Languages will probably land me a job more easily than Criminology would (since apparently even people who apply for desk jobs at a police station need to satisfy certain physical requirements, what the hell?). Or maybe not. I won't bore you with a rant about the state of things in Portugal, but the unemployment rate is high even among graduates.
Oh dear, I'm not making sense. Not even to myself, like, right now as I write this. I think... what really matters is that language is a field that genuinely interests me. Sure, this all makes me wonder if it's all I'm good at, but... I am just surprisingly okay with all of this. Holy shit, group therapy might have actually done something for me this time. I mean, it can't be just the fluoxetine, Prozac didn't stop me from flipping the fuck out at every occasion a couple of years ago wait Claudia nobody cares get back on topic.
It probably also helps that my best friend from high school is going to the same faculty and chances are we'll see each other often enough, h-heheh. I'm going with her tomorrow to enroll and all that jazz. I'm nervous, but mostly in an excited kind of way, not the NO I'M GOING TO FAIL AT EVERYTHING kind of way that I'm more used to.
So, I'm going to the Faculty of Arts of the University of Porto! Those words alone practically irradiate elegance! A beautiful building awaits me, a stately--
JESUS CHRIST.
Yyyyeah, I'm not very sure what's up with... that. And I just noticed that the webpage has a competent English translation as well! I understand it's not very exciting for most of you, but bear with me for just a bit, fffff.
Welp. Words! Excitement! Things!
Oh God, I'd better memorise the way there quickly, I have to catch two buses to get there and it's pretty much an hour away from home aaaaaaaaaaaa
The one course I mentioned on that post above - the one I said would be a guaranteed entry - well, that's the one I was placed in. And even though, at the time, I said I wouldn't take it... I'm actually up for it now. Shit, when you think about it, Applied Languages will probably land me a job more easily than Criminology would (since apparently even people who apply for desk jobs at a police station need to satisfy certain physical requirements, what the hell?). Or maybe not. I won't bore you with a rant about the state of things in Portugal, but the unemployment rate is high even among graduates.
Oh dear, I'm not making sense. Not even to myself, like, right now as I write this. I think... what really matters is that language is a field that genuinely interests me. Sure, this all makes me wonder if it's all I'm good at, but... I am just surprisingly okay with all of this. Holy shit, group therapy might have actually done something for me this time. I mean, it can't be just the fluoxetine, Prozac didn't stop me from flipping the fuck out at every occasion a couple of years ago wait Claudia nobody cares get back on topic.
It probably also helps that my best friend from high school is going to the same faculty and chances are we'll see each other often enough, h-heheh. I'm going with her tomorrow to enroll and all that jazz. I'm nervous, but mostly in an excited kind of way, not the NO I'M GOING TO FAIL AT EVERYTHING kind of way that I'm more used to.
So, I'm going to the Faculty of Arts of the University of Porto! Those words alone practically irradiate elegance! A beautiful building awaits me, a stately--
JESUS CHRIST.
Yyyyeah, I'm not very sure what's up with... that. And I just noticed that the webpage has a competent English translation as well! I understand it's not very exciting for most of you, but bear with me for just a bit, fffff.
Welp. Words! Excitement! Things!
Oh God, I'd better memorise the way there quickly, I have to catch two buses to get there and it's pretty much an hour away from home aaaaaaaaaaaa