The end and a beginning

Turns out, life doesn't end after UWC. Graduation came and went, I cried and laughed and loved and was loved but inevitably, it had to end and it did. I came home. The first week was strange, with this longing and aching in my heart that wouldn't go away no matter what. And then, as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared. I've been working (full time, packing food and driving a fork lifter), and the summer is now almost gone.

While this blog hasn't been the most active, it is possible that at some point in the future a UWC-to-be finds this and wants to know about life after UWC. I've decided that although I'm not the most reliable when it comes to regularity in blogging, I enjoy doing it from time to time and so I've created a new blog. It will touch upon my life as a uni student (in Scotland, so new adventures definitely), but will also probably be more opinionated than this blog has been.

Until I see you next time, Flekke:
So long, and thanks for all the fish

(To be continued at Banana Adventures)

Almost there

It's April now, nearly May, and exactly four weeks left until we leave this place for the last time. Yesterday we had our last classes, and finished the day with a water fight and loud music. Socializing has started assuming this slightly frantic nature, same for studying, or "enjoying" Flekke (when loss and grief is present, it steals some of the joy, but also makes it that much greater). The acute awareness of how limited our time here is makes all feelings just bit stronger.

Between now and leaving I have 15 exam papers to write, a performance to prepare and a life to pack and wrap up. 

The last few weeks have, of course, been as hectic as ever. Life at RCN is strange, because all our days are endless, yet the year ends so quickly.

I don't really know what to write. I've danced, these last few weeks, and enjoyed myself doing it. I've performed at a stage, in front of several cameras, and I've written my soul down in poems, and I've been silly and childish and mature.

Reading week?

This week is dubbed 'reading week' at RCN. Basically all students are free from classes. First years have 'friluftsveke', more commonly known as Ski week (I'm sure I posted something about this last year) but for us second years it's a bit different. Next week we have Mock Exams, meaning that we're writing between 2-4 hours of exams for each of our subjects in one short, wonderful week. Or, in my case, three days. With exams from 8-17. What a joy.

So this is reading week. Meaning, a lot of studying has to be done. As well as sending in some more uni paperwork (I swear I'll never finish) and apply for jobs. Reading week, however, is also a great opportunity to have fun with your co-years. The picture is of me and E, taken in TSK (the gym) by the very talented Sara. Procrastination at its finest, as we were even procrastinating from our procrastination.

Well, I have Physics and Maths to study, and resumés to write. Until next time.

A really short post about three great weeks

-A tale of the beginning of the end

We came back to this place for the last time the second Sunday of January. Due to a storm, most of us got stuck at one airport or another, even those of us who didn't travel too far (relatively speaking - compared to most people, I guess we did).

Things that have happened so far:

• Sent in (almost) all of my uni papers
• Went for walks in the rain and the sun (and at one point the snow)
• Organized a swimming competition
• Organized a prom (and it was so much fun)
• Wrote half a song
• Had a musical evening
• Went to the opening of an art exhibition

The prom organizers and the amazing girl who helped us clean afterwards