Haven´t posted for a long time. Just a few months, but still feel like I am missing something from my life. Since I have holiday, then I am just relaxing and taking the time off. Some events in past months have triggered my mind to another topic. Probably I knew this was coming a mile away.
So, long time ago I signed up with dancing lessons. I really liked salsa, and after a few lessons, I met a lovely guy who I was dancing with as well. There was something in him (hmm... there always is.. you know, one of these mysterious type) and we kept on talking until he asked me out. And since that day on, we have been how do you put it lived-happily-ever-after story. And it truly is.
That was a little brighter story. The other one is how things go wrong and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Even an avalanche would be an easier solution... a bit overreacting, but wait til you know what I mean.
And I though that I was signing up for something good, but it turned out that having 5 students in a classroom is not the kind of idealistic situation you would hope for. Especially, when you are international people in an other specific nationalities´ classroom, while you were not talking to each other at all and everything seemed kind of unethical. So, we had no respect, but we thought we still could study. No problem - yeah :S (sigh!) The teachers also had something in their minds ... or maybe not, I can´t be sure (and I am really sorry if I am being unfair to anyone in this situation). Of course you know the story about Cinderella and the Fairy God Mother. The teachers were like the Fairy God Mother - they were taking our emotions into account and we had to feel like children, since there was only five of us left. So, simply put, there was the situation of unethical working environment, where the teachers are teachers and are not. Let me explain the not part - that also meant that in the exam we found out (to our surprise, really :O) that we had failed the exam. Because we did not have sufficient knowledge of the course. (And yeah, of course I am angry at the fact that I failed.) In the school I am studying, I still feel like I am a child. And the teachers treat you like one as well. I do not know exactly how is this supposed to help us in real life... and how does telling us in the end of the semester help all this situation. But then again, it just might be me.
There was also a possibility of redoing the exam, but what would be the point in doing that. Going on with the same problems is, seriously, painful enough and to tell the truth, I had it with treating us special, just because there were few of us and throwing us around as we had no say in this. So, what do I do now? Go back to my own country and start all over again, getting a lot of experience from this. I don´t think so... I will give the school one more chance. Most likely finish with AP degree or if everything goes more than better, then finish with Bachelor :)
Until I wonder and criticize, cry in the pillow and throw things at something, until then I have time to set a focus on the upcoming semester. And what will all that do...
who knows...
The future is full of unexpected thins like me finding a perfect companionship. Except his sleeping habits :D
Moral of this adventure: never go to university if you have a class of 12 people.
Love you guys!
So, long time ago I signed up with dancing lessons. I really liked salsa, and after a few lessons, I met a lovely guy who I was dancing with as well. There was something in him (hmm... there always is.. you know, one of these mysterious type) and we kept on talking until he asked me out. And since that day on, we have been how do you put it lived-happily-ever-after story. And it truly is.
That was a little brighter story. The other one is how things go wrong and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Even an avalanche would be an easier solution... a bit overreacting, but wait til you know what I mean.
And I though that I was signing up for something good, but it turned out that having 5 students in a classroom is not the kind of idealistic situation you would hope for. Especially, when you are international people in an other specific nationalities´ classroom, while you were not talking to each other at all and everything seemed kind of unethical. So, we had no respect, but we thought we still could study. No problem - yeah :S (sigh!) The teachers also had something in their minds ... or maybe not, I can´t be sure (and I am really sorry if I am being unfair to anyone in this situation). Of course you know the story about Cinderella and the Fairy God Mother. The teachers were like the Fairy God Mother - they were taking our emotions into account and we had to feel like children, since there was only five of us left. So, simply put, there was the situation of unethical working environment, where the teachers are teachers and are not. Let me explain the not part - that also meant that in the exam we found out (to our surprise, really :O) that we had failed the exam. Because we did not have sufficient knowledge of the course. (And yeah, of course I am angry at the fact that I failed.) In the school I am studying, I still feel like I am a child. And the teachers treat you like one as well. I do not know exactly how is this supposed to help us in real life... and how does telling us in the end of the semester help all this situation. But then again, it just might be me.
There was also a possibility of redoing the exam, but what would be the point in doing that. Going on with the same problems is, seriously, painful enough and to tell the truth, I had it with treating us special, just because there were few of us and throwing us around as we had no say in this. So, what do I do now? Go back to my own country and start all over again, getting a lot of experience from this. I don´t think so... I will give the school one more chance. Most likely finish with AP degree or if everything goes more than better, then finish with Bachelor :)
Until I wonder and criticize, cry in the pillow and throw things at something, until then I have time to set a focus on the upcoming semester. And what will all that do...
who knows...
The future is full of unexpected thins like me finding a perfect companionship. Except his sleeping habits :D
Moral of this adventure: never go to university if you have a class of 12 people.
Love you guys!
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