Things I Learned When Going To University

Yesterday I hopefully had my last Bachelor exam in Belgium. Our system here works like this: three years of Bachelor, and then one or two years Master. Since I want to go studying abroad next year, I would do my third Bach year there.
It feels good of course to have finished all my finals. I’ve been working so hard since February to come to this point: no more exams! No more work for school! Freedom! Now I sit in my garden, typing this post, and I can, because there is nothing more I really have to do.

Yesterday we also emptied my room. Belgium is small enough for everyone to go home during the weekends, so so far I have lived in two places the whole time. From Monday to Friday I lived close to my university, and the weekends I spent at home. It is incredible though what you can put in a room so small… Students all live in small places, I had the luck of finding a big one, but I filled it for sure! I made it my mission to get as much stuff in boxes and bags before my dad would pick me up. I spent almost two hours cleaning my room… I didn’t realize how much I had there, and how much should have been thrown away ages ago. I found information about how the university works again… Only two years ago I started something so new and exciting, and there was still proof in my room. Proof of the time when I still needed maps and information. Next to that I found pages filled with words and their translation, words which I now often use.

Has university been what I expected? For the biggest part, yes. It meant freedom, it meant going out as long as you want, it meant exciting nights, booze and guys. This came at a moment when I really needed such a thing. I’ve told you more than once how I had enough of the rules at high school, and I found my life boring back then. That definitely changed when I started going out at university… It didn’t turn out that well all the time, but it gave me stories to tell. I like to have stories to tell. I’m still convinced that going to university came at the exact good moment and is the best thing I could be doing now.

Next to all the knowledge I gained in my classes, I did also learn a lot of other things. So, here’s a little list of Things I Learned When Going To University:

* Freedom! Freedom! I like freedom! And I don’t abuse it!
* Having an opinion of exactly one page.
* Cooking is way more about heating things up than about following the rules so the food won’t kill you. (Luckily I don’t eat chicken though.)
* Every day can be a good day to go for a drink.
* Guys can be assholes and/or cowards.
* I take the wrong decisions, but in the end I always make a good, important decision and all is well.
* When it’s fun, you should stay.
* Not everyone likes hygiene like I do. Unfortunately.
* Though water can sometimes be enough to clean things…
* You can always do more than you think – like reading ten giant books in 13 weeks.
* However hard you try to avoid it, bullshit will always be somewhere.
* But at university it’s less than in high school.
* I like water. Like, a lot. In high school we couldn’t drink during the classes. Then I went to university and now I carry a bottle of 1,5l with me almost all the time.
* I need food the entire time.Preferably every 30 minutes. Or else my stomach can revolt…
* Whatever I do, I need my breaks and relaxing. I can never keep on studying from 8 am until 11 pm without some distraction. I accept that.
* Mornings are just not my time. I mostly wake up for real in the evening, and then I feel like my day can finally start… I also accept this.
* Dancing and writing are real passions, like things I need, physically, mentally. I need to dance, I need to write. It keeps me sane and happy. It’s not just a hobby in some way…
* Make sure you always have some food at home.
* Food expires fast.
* I like freedom. I like the freedom to say that twice 😉

Now I feel like a new exciting part is coming up. I’m looking forward to going abroad. It’s terrifying and it freaks me out, but that’s exactly why I want to do it. Moving all my stuff out of that room felt calming in a way. Finally clean. And ready for a new episode. These two years have been fun, I cherish the memories, but I’m not longing to it. There will be something else.

And that feels awesome.

The Age of Freedom

I’m eighteen. That’s young. And yet, by now I’m old enough to know certain things. Like: I’m quite a pussy. People mostly don’t bite (they claw). If I say I will never do something, I will eventually do it or at least have the intention to do it.

There are some other things I learnt as well. With the years passing by, I started to realize that I’m not a ‘cool’ person. When you’re fourteen, you just want to fit in, you want to be like the cool ones, you will dress and behave the way people you admire do. But now I know I’m not like the popular girls, I’ve never been like them, will never be like them, and actually, I don’t even want to be like them. We are different. That’s fine. That’s even better than fitting in! Observing the cool people of my school has led to the conclusion that being cool means: texting all the time, having nothing to tell really, having no special interest in things like history, being not very open-minded and so on. Okay, maybe that’s quite a ‘black’ image of the cool guys. I mean that coolness has more to do with superficial stuff. I want to be more.

I’m that girl who loves classical music and post punk and metal and rock. I’m that girl who loves ballet and dancing in disco’s, who doesn’t like meat but likes look-a-like leather, the one who enjoys reading Lolita as much as reading Glamour. I’m also that girl who dresses differently from anyone else in my former high school. I wasn’t scared of wearing a T-shirt with a cut-away back or fishnet stockings.

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Now that is what makes me different. I’m open minded towards people. If you’re covered in tattoos, I’ll be interested in what they stand for. If you have blue hair, I’ll like you because you are different. There’s nothing wrong with being average, but it starts being wrong when you are average because you don’t dare to wear what you like. One day, when I wore my fishnet stockings, a classmate said she liked it, but she wouldn’t dare to wear it herself. That is sad. You shouldn’t be scared that easily. I’m quite sure I was judged by many people for wearing those stockings, but why should I care? It’s not my problem if they don’t like it. I like it and that will do for me.

 

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(Look at my hair!)

This is the age of freedom – whatever you wear, you’ll be forgiven, because you’re still young. Why not take the chance to just wear what you want?

By now, I’ve learned which kind of clothes fits me, which don’t, and so on. Getting to this point, I no longer need to feel uncomfortable about what I wear. I know what I like, I know what likes me, so I do not longer care about other people’s opinion. What the hell, I just wear what I want to wear. It’s my piece of freedom.

 

*and again!*

This earring is my newest love. I know there aren’t too many people who like it, but I definitely do. Earrings in general are tempting for me. This one in particular because it is so different from the others. I should thank my parents too in this story. They are open-minded too. My mother even helped me finding fishnet stockings. How many mothers would do that?

 

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And those pants are equally as great! When taking this kind of pictures, you are likely to have ten fails for every good pic. I had no photographer around. The stones were bloody hot. The sun shone merciless. But I had a great time, and the result is some great pictures.
I tried to capture the freedom of my age. Enjoy these pics while I’ll be celebrating my freedom abroad for a few days!

 

*and finally, the last one, removed like all the others*

(Celebrate freedom: sit down and don’t do a fuck.)

*All these pictures are mine, all rights reserved, copyright, blahblahblah. They’ll be taken offline again. My greatest nightmare is that someone steals my pics or discovers my identity. So watch but don’t touch.*

*As you might see, I’ve removed all the pictures. Sorry.*