In case you were wondering about the title of this post, I had absolutely no idea of what to write in that blank space, until I realised I’ve been listening to Maroon 5 -’ Daylight’ quite a lot over the past few weeks. I feel somehow personally attached to this song , because the lyrics fit my mood and my current situation perfectly, although they’re sung from a boy’s perspective. For anybody who has not listened to the song yet (although I doubt that), you can do so here.
This past Saturday was a memorable day – I finally sorted everything out with my accommodation, I paid my deposit and I’m officially not homeless! Furthermore, as of today I am a certified student, since I completed my online registration for University. It felt odd – my hands were kind of shaking at the thought of pressing that ‘submit’ button and knowing there’s no going back (those who know me are aware of the fact that I have to quadruple-check everything before I finalize it – I always press my door knob a hundred times after I’ve locked the door, just to make sure I did and I always verify if I’ve turned off the ‘cellular data’ on my iPhone , my boyfriend can testify to that), but I was excited at the prospect of being a student for the first time in my life. Later on, I got to talking to my high-school classmate and best friend about University and she told me how she went on a stationery shopping spree today , but felt different than the times she used to buy supplies before high-school term started. Right then and there, it dawned on me : I will never, ever be a high-school student again. People have warned me that this nostalgia-type feeling will kick in someday soon, but I’m having mixed feelings about it. I spent the last twelve years of my life in those old, dusty, brick buildings, doodling on the desks ,erasing the blackboard (in case you were wondering, I went to the same school ever since the first grade) and proudly answering ‘I’m a Carol I student’ whenever some taxi driver asked me where I went to school. Friendships formed, friends drifted apart, enemies were made, knowledge was accumulated and before I knew it, I had fledged my nurturing nest with a graduate diploma and a hopeful future in front of me. I remember saying ‘I can’t wait to get rid of high-school and go to Uni!’ so many times during these last four years, and it just makes me chuckle now, that my wish has finally come true. High-school is a fantastic experience in one’s life, no matter how much your classmates annoy you or how much you’re cursing Chemistry and Maths, but it’s mostly based on what kind of people you meet and how easy/difficult they make your life. I know I’m beyond grateful for the friendships I’ve managed to sustain throughout high-school and I can only hope that the University era will rise to my expectations and if not more, it’ll be at least as enjoyable as this past one.
On a much happier note, in case you’re not familiar with how our summers are over here ,in Romania, there’s just one word to describe them best – scorching. There have been around 40° Celsius (36° if we were lucky) almost every day this summer , which I enjoyed when I had the opportunity to go to the pool/seaside or cool myself with tons of ice cream. But then the night came and I live on the fourth floor of a four floor building, and honestly, I wouldn’t know the difference between my apartment and an oven or a sauna. So when I woke up today and saw the coal gray sky in front of me and felt the cool breeze inundating the room, I knew it was time for something long overdue – RAIN. Maybe it’s because I’m born in September, but I love rain and particularly, the smell of it. There’s nothing more enjoyable for me than walking in the rain (mild rain, not pouring cats and dogs-type of rain) and feeling the warmth and the earthy smell rise into the air. Having said that, I took some photos today while on my way home to show you how my city looks when it’s raining, although I’m sure there’s nothing special about it whatsoever.
Over the next days I will be busy organising my departure (or at least that’s what I keep telling myself before procrastinating in front of my laptop, with a bag of crisps and Friends) , spending time with family and friends and maybe finally making a list for everything I need for Uni! One of my biggest concerns now is whether I should buy stationery from here or just pick them up in the UK?
Nevertheless, I’ll try to update as frequently as possible (and make sure it’s something interesting), but meanwhile I’m proud and thankful to announce that I’m the newest contributor of The Student Review, a UK-based online newspaper, written by and for students (you can read my first article here) and YuppeeMag, an online daily news magazine, brought to you by young journalists ( my first article is due to be published, so keep an eye out for that now online, read it here). I strongly recommend giving a read to these two websites if you’re interested in fun yet inspiring and insightful stories from the Journalism world through the eyes of some young journalists!
Gorgeous pictures.
Don’t worry, university will be a whole different experience compared to highschool but it will be one of the best times of your life.
Thank you! I really hope so