Ich bin zu faul, um einen eigenen Eintrag zu schreiben, aber möchte doch zumindest einen Bruchteil von meinem Innenleben auch heute der Außenwelt mitteilen, daher paste ich nun einfach das, was ich eben dem Kanadier geschrieben habe. (Erwähnte ich ddosdall? Falls nicht, tue ich es wann anders; jetzt werde ich einfach die Mail hier hereinfügen.)
Hey, see, this is what happens to me when uni starts.. I take ages to reply. I have no idea how you manage. Sure, I don't have a smartphone, that doesn't exactly help. I'm still shocked - where did all the time go?
I think the transition is not as hard as you think. I used to find it impossible, too, but it's really quite easy, at least it is if you feel you and the person you're trying to get to know have enough in common and enough to talk about so it won't get awkward. In fact, even when you have nothing in common, you could learn from each other. I don't know if I'd bother getting to know someone without any common basis, but that's up to everyone.. It comes much more naturally when you do have one, of course. I feel so lucky because things are this easy for me nowadays. I mean, I'm not exactly the most popular person ever, but I never intended to, either. I think I could help you with that, but I need a concrete case and some background info on the respective people. :D
My mom did the same with me, staying at home to raise me. She didn't go to university either, mainly because of her working-class family backgrounds - both my parents were the first ones in their families to even get the Abitur degree, so uni seemed kind of out of perspective. My mom would have loved to study Arts and English, but chose to be a banker instead to satisfy her parents. She gave up a pretty decent career for my sake, which she claims not to regret. Of course, my dad was always working so they never had that much of a financial problem. (No need to worry about a potential lack of problems though; my parents being themselves, they will never run out of problems.)
I'm excited to report that my voice is almost back. :) Oh, and congratulations on your 66%, that's pretty good for a subject you hate, isn't it. I mean, it's only logical that others got better grades; they probably don't hate it as much and didn't have to work as hard as you in order to obtain them. That's how I feel about my grades in Linguistics. I'm rarely among the best ones there, but at least I know that what I do get is the product of some kind of effort which has to be made when dealing with something your heart isn't totally set on.
Oh, the German educational system is way complicated. I could explain it to you in detail, but then, with all the changes going on at the moment, what I know is probably already outdated. They're drawing funds away from education though, that's for sure, and they pretend it's for the children's good when really it's only good for clearing their debts. I really am thankful for getting out before all this happened. At least my class was the last to have the system I told you about, the one where you specialize in some subjects which then account for a higher percentage of your final (Abitur) grade. Younger generations of sudents don't have this choice anymore, they can only choose between a couple different types of so-called profiles (scientific, linguistic, social and what not), each of which has a fix set of subjects. Poor them. And that's only the Gymnasien, the most academically oriented schools which take the longest time to finish. (It's so difficult to translate things into English when there's no exact concept to match them with.) There used to be.. oh whatever, it would take ages to explain and I'm sure you'd be bored to death by the time you're done reading.
So glad I'm getting around to writing to you eventually. The last couple of evenings I just kind of fell into bed and did nothing but sleep immediately. Today, I technically had a day off, but went to uni for a one-on-one practice session with my Basque teacher, which lasted 3 hours. (We meet up once a week just so I can practise speaking a bit. He's amazing, I can't believe he does this for me. Outside uni, I'd have to search for ages to even find someone that speaks Basque, and then pay them a fortune for, say, half an hour of conversation. He does it for free, and he offered the rest of the class to come along, but sure enough, no one but me was motivated enough.) Then I went to work, and the day was over just like that. Now I'm in bed with my computer and a bottle of my favorite wine. Life is wonderful.
Maybe I'll go play the guitar for a bit. It's only 9pm here (the same it is in Tuscany), so I can still be noisy for a while :)
I've been meaning to ask you what kind of music you like. It is such an essential part of my life, and I recall you said you really love it too.