I’m being repressed!

A few days ago I dreamt that I had to go to a class in primary school again, with people from my current university class. As the time there passed by, I got more and more frustrated by the thousand rules there were, even for the most simple things. The teacher went insane because we did things like we do them in university, and I got insane because she tried to control us.

I’ve had a similar dream before, about going back to high school. In that dream I just had the strong feeling that I couldn’t do that anymore. And I’m convinced that that is true. You see, I’ve got a bit of a problem with authority. I overreact to it. There are thousand little rules for everything, and many of them seem completely useless to me. Of course you need rules to keep a world going. Obeying the ones like ‘stop for a red light’ make sense though and therefore they are not hard to cope with. But having to have all your tests signed by your parents, even the smallest ones, is something I can’t get my head around. We had to do this in high school, yes. Back then I didn’t question it. But by the age of 16, something in me started to loathe the system in which we had to nod at what the teachers said. In which we found ourselves surrounded by fences so we couldn’t get out. In which we had classes that were close to ridiculous.

Of course there were reasons for all of this. But that doesn’t mean that I accepted it. As ever I didn’t dare to go full rebel, as the teachers are still the people who have to give you (good!) grades. My rebellion was sighing, shaking my head, looking angry and dressing inappropriately for a catholic school.

I enjoyed that.

At university we have so much more freedom. You can run in late and it’s okay. You don’t even have to attend all classes, though I do. It’s still dangerous to openly disagree with a professor, but there seems to be less abuse of power. Which there kind of was in high school. Some teachers for sure enjoyed their power too much. I remember one time a kid in our class was somewhat ill and coughing all the time. He had a bottle with water and some kind of medicaments. But oh the drama, you cannot drink inside a building, so the teacher said (barked, like we would say in Dutch) that he couldn’t drink.
We spent a long hour with a coughing kid. It was annoying as hell, but of course it was not his fault.

That, in my eyes, is just abuse of power.

In theory we aren’t allowed to drink or eat inside the university buildings, but it’s never a problem. Honestly, I barely survive a two-hour class without water and food. I guess I moved to university right in time! And I surely could never go back to a system that lets someone cough his lungs out while he has a fucking bottle of water with him. Rules are not my thing. Especially unnecessary ones annoy me to death. So I’m happy to be in a place where you can kind of do what you want! And in case you wonder, I did stop being the light rebel who dresses inappropriately. I guess it was just really an effect of the bullshit we had to live by.

To end this on a bright note, here is a sublime video. Repression has never been so funny!

Fear (and A Competition)

I’m scared. Yes, I’m really getting scared. In a weird way.
Monday, in two days, I’ll be going to university. For the first time in 18 years (my entire life) I’ll be living somewhere else for the greatest part of the year. And that is rather scary…

In Belgium, the school system is quite easy. You have nursery school from when you’re ready until you’re six. Then you’ve got primary school, with two months holiday every year, until you’re twelve. Next, you go to high school, for six years again, with two months holiday again. Somehow, this step wasn’t that hard to make. I mostly followed my brother to his high school. I knew a few people there, and I was tired of my old classmates anyway. But this last year of high school, I was getting tired of it. I was tired of people telling me what to do. As a real member of my family, I can’t cope with people patronizing me. At seventeen, you don’t want to do useless stuff anymore. I wanted to get out of this grey zone with this patronizing, overly useless courses and teachers. It wasn’t all that bad, of course, but I needed to break free.

Yeah, me too.

Now I’ve come to the point of leaving high school, leaving this city, leaving this people behind (man, like I’ve got tired of people this year!). And now I’m getting scared. I will know no one in my new class! I’ll have to find out stuff by myself! I’ll have to feed myself!
I’ll have to survive completely on my own!

In fact, that’s not true. My brother will be in the same city , some friends will be there as well, plenty of help is available if only you ask for it. And yet it keeps me awake at night. Not too long, because sleep takes over eventually. You get my point. I’m changing my life Monday and I can only hope I’ll make it better. But who can guarantee that my class will be filled with nice, amusing people, that my courses will be fun and that I will be able to handle it?

That’s why I’m scared. Nearly scared to death.

Bonus! If you are a good reader of mine, you could perhaps know which studies I’ll be doing! I need at least one keyword. E.G. ‘Swahili’ if I’d so Swahilian and Star Warsian studies. The first one to guess the right studies may choose his own prize!