Vaknar upp på en ö i pacific ocean. Är språkskadad och pratar bara goja. Försöker skriva pacific men blir rättat till pacifistiska. Jag har aldrig mött ett hav som medvetet tagit avstånd från våld. Men orden ligger vackert i mun — pacifistiska havet. På vägen hit såg jag ett stim delfiner, fantastiskt vackert. Säkert över hundra som simmade längst båten och sjöng. Folk frågade om jag hörde, jag nickade och ljög, hörde bara båtmotorer och klickande kameror. Strunt samma, jag föreställde mig ljudet från Dolphins and Whales, natural sounds, på spotify. Sedan fantiserade jag in lite Enya för att få dramatisk effekt. Då blev skönheten närmast överväldigande.
Nu sitter jag i hotellsäng och tuggar scones, har nyss legat på “soldäck” med utsikt över bukten och had a nice chat with a previous book-store owner from Boulder Colorado. “I don’t write my own books,” he said, “my taste exceeded my knowledge long time ago.”
Ja, jag bytade nyss språk mitt i en mening. Men så är det nu. Jag tänker i kaos, chaos. På både engelska och svenska samtidigt och ibland blir resultatet en härlig mix. Som när jag textar Helena för att det är dålig singnal på phonen och frågar om hon vill runna till albertsons och handla lite stuff.
So. From now on I can call myself a literary journalist. Or, an aspiring literary journalist. Read my first ever published piece about the College Republicans at the University of California here!
I’m slowly feeling better. Last night I went to dinner hosted by the Italian crowd, there me and Helena met with three girls (one Swedish) who we decided to go with for a ladies night out in Newport. We danced the night, and my sickness, away. I woke up 13 hours later feeling fine. Well, not completely restored, but restored enough to continue on with life.
Now I’m spending the evening researching which classes to take next quarter. Arabic high on the list. However, apparently the beginners course is only offered fall quarter. At the moment I am so upset for not realizing this earlier and taking the course this quarter. Now my only options are a bunch of courses I don’t really feel like taking. So, so far, I’ve sent three emails regarding classes I’m not really legible to take, trying to find classes that I feel can complement my previous studies. I’m sick of theory, I want practice. I want to write, not read about writing, hence no more English classes for me. Maybe I should just try to do as little schoolwork as possible and emerge myself in extra curricula activities, such as writing for the New U? Aaaa. I don’t know. My heart is leading the revolution against my brain. I feel a Coup d’état creeping up, making decisions against the greater good of my intellectual self-preservation. How about a class in Social Dance?
So. I am pretty proud right now. Look at my killah’ face playing dodgeball. As Anna so cleverly put it “for someone who went in not knowing how to play you sure look like a pro!” This is purely bragging. I don’t care. Check me out!
Time goes by so quickly. I’m barely keeping up. Welcome week is intense. Yesterday there was a UC spirit rally and we set a new Guinness world record for the most people ever playing dodgeboll – 1700 something people in one awesome game. Of course my team – the gold team – won. Check it out here.
Then today was the first day of class. So me and my housemate Anna (who’s also a Lit Journ major) made our way to introduction to Lit Journ and reporting Lit Journ. So far, so good. The classes are intimate and the syllabus seems really good. Until Tuesday I have some light reading to complete and then I have to interview a stranger. Seems simple enough. The only thing I am worried about is the language – my English might sound good. But my grammatic skills are poor. I’m not going to stress out about it though, as of right now, life feels pretty good and I plan to keep it that way.
Oh, and by the way. The work out facilities right were I live are wonderful, me and Helena (another Swedish exchange student) fell in love at first sight last night. So, I’m going to be spending a lot of time there I guess, the best part – it’s all free. And, another thing. I signed up for a triathlon team… haha. First practice is on Saturday 9 am. Nothing to help you loose a hangover like a morning run. Hopefully I’ll still be on the team on Sunday.