When are you planning to post the next chapter of "The Cold Time"?
Done, thank you for the reminder
I keep forgetting about that one.
How difficult was college when you first came in as a freshman? How difficult was it at the end?
Actually it wasn't too hard to me at any time. In any case university never gave me as hard a time as school did which is undoubtedly due to the fact that I studied subjects I was really into with heart and soul
I have also been almost unfairly lucky sometimes
For example I blundered into the university because I had nothing else to do that day (though of course I had long planned to study and made up my mind for several weeks to study in Bochum) finding that had I happened to be there one day later the last day on which I could possibly sign up for that semester would have passed :blink:
The "welcoming" at the university was rather unwelcoming. For some safety reason the number of students admitted to the auditorium to listen to the dean's welcoming speech was very restricted. Even though there would have been plenty of room (though no more seats) in the auditorium I was among those who were left standing outside in the rain (literally) never hearing the welcoming speech. But I guess I did not miss to much
Another blunder I conducted in the first days without getting "punished" for it was that I considered a part of the studies which is named "optional studies" (and which consists of courses which are not directly related to your main fields of study) "optional"

So by the time I realized the "optional studies" were very obligatory there was only one course left to which few people had applied. This particular course ("Methods of practical communication") was probably the most sensible and rewarding (giving 10 rather than the usual 5 CP in one semester) course I ever had in the six semesters worth of "optional studies" I had in the end and I got there only by chance and blundering
Now I don't want to pretend that I never had any troubles at the university. For example in my first semester I failed to pass one test in linguistics (the part of anglistics which I found least appealing and which I dropped after the second semester). Again I had blundered not only for what I wrote in the test, but I had even been in the wrong room by the time the test started (everybody's nightmare, isn't it?)
In the second attempt I managed a sufficient in that test which was... well, sufficient
There were more blunders I conducted and some are rather funny and none was fatal though some gave me slight heart attacks. In spite of all these blunders and errors though I must say that I really embraced university life from pretty much the first day. My love affair with that ugly but efficient concrete building of our university felt rewarding from the very start and I brought a good deal of idealism with me which has not evaporated to this day. Of course the university means a lot of work, of course there were the dark days when I felt it was getting just too much (and often I notice that I am comming up with my best work results when I feel that time is running out) and when there was a lot of stress. But never did university impose that kind of ugly stress on me which is caused by the lack of sense of purpose which has been one of the hardest things for me to swallow in my school days.
Now that I am done with my studies (I will get the results of my final work in a few weeks) I must say I am feeling kind of sad about it. Already the afterlife... after university I mean

is stretching out its claws for me. There are several options for me, several different places where I can, and will try to get a job or a stipend, but chances to succeed seem lesser there than at the university. Outside university good performance may be less merited and of lesser importance when it comes to getting a job. In spite of all the blunders mentioned before I am (false modesty aside) a darn good historian, but that does not ensure a job in a time when too little money is there to pay for it. I am also under pressure to find a job really quickly, for the moment I am no longer officially a student (October 1st), my insurance fees will double until I have a job. I hardly dare talking to my father these days for the fear of telling him that I don't have any job secured yet :unsure:
Before I get too far off topic the essence is that I really love university live and loved it from the beginning (my emails from the time when I started studying are a good historical source to document the fact that I felt that way even then rather than glorifying it in the aftermath). I hope that all of you who are starting college now will enjoy the same romance with the institution as I was granted
If anyone feels that I am

, feel free to feel so
