A Life Less Ordinary

Ah, the first day back on the school bench was quite exhausting - and it was only a mere introduction of two hours... Though we got homework for Thursday, a 350 page book in English in specialist language, in a field I have no experience whatsoever in. Why couldn't it have been a pleasant fictional novel instead? I wouldn't have minded that. At all.

But now it's full speed ahead double lane learning right from the start. Phew. It's not that it's written in a highly complicated or technical way, but having just 1,5 days to browse through it and sort of semi-understand it... But perhaps, as my friend so eloquently put it, maybe this massive overdose of course literature is a clever way of separating the sheep from the goats? Are goats wiser than sheep?

What kind of fellow students did I get then. Oh me oh my, some pretty weird ones - I can write an essay about them - , some ordinary, some less than ordinary. Though I did get the impression that everyone was quite eager to learn, change course - or for that matter immerse themselves in a field they already knew. But as we introduced ourselves I was flabbergasted at the meager and boring amount of hobbies most everyone had - if they had any at all, except partying at the Baltic Sea cruise ferries during the weeks they didn't have the kids... How completely sad is that on a scale. Apart from that specific and pathetic excuse for travelling no one but me liked to travel and experience new things... Or at least they kept it as a well hidden secret.

Myself I also felt the urge of a miniature Wallraff, all those lives, all those oddities and quirks, I want to go undercover, discover, analyze, I'm sure it would be a highly entertaining piece of... something. Instead, for now, I have to yield to those 350 pages of another kind of analysis, strategy, planning and practise. Baa.