fredag 10 september 2010


I am so sorry for having been such a stranger lately. School has been pouring assignments over me, and I just recently got back to remembering how to actually breathe. I take three courses separately at the moment: English Grammar, Language Proficiency and Pronunciation. I have a lot to learn, but I have to say I am really enjoying myself while doing it. My first written assignment in Language Proficiency was to write a “Description” using 175-200 words. We could describe anything we wanted, our teacher told us. I would actually have preferred being given a picture or a topic or a keyword or something, but no, we should feel free to write about anything. Now, that is harder than it seems, let me tell you. This is not my language, I am just borrowing it. And the teacher who is grading us is an actual American – can you believe it? Not one of those fake wannabe Americans, Swedish teachers who lived a couple of years in the States, no, she’s a genuine authentic actual American. She told us to call her Susan. I almost called her “Mrs …” because I kind of felt like I was back in high school again… As I am the ambitious kind, of course I am aiming towards good grades in school. Susan will either give me an F (fail), a G (pass) or a VG (pass with distinction). My assignment was handed in yesterday and next week she’ll let me know if I passed or not. What do you guys think? I am ready for your verdict. :)

Sometimes when I am under a lot of stress and pressure suddenly I feel an urge to retreat. On these occasions I go to my happy place. This is a place I have mentally created and therefore it exists only in my head. I close my eyes and I can see it. There is a wooden bench right next to a small lake surrounded by tall pine trees. At night the water of the lake looks pitch black and the air rising from the lake is misty. It looks as if there were elves slowly dancing across its surface. The beauty of it all is breathtaking. As I walk towards the lake my toes are softly caressed by the moist grass. There is no sound. There is no motion except for me, since I am the only one here. Descending into the water I start to feel its soothing embrace yet again. It covers me, it carries me and it comforts me. Suddenly there is air again. I can breathe. I fill my lungs and stretch out floating in the middle of the lake. Through night swimming I find peace.

Michael Stipe (R.E.M.) kind of inspired that one really. (Nightswimming is my favorite song ever.) Well, I should get back to hitting the books. And maybe do some laundry and vacuuming while I’m at it. You guys take care. I’ll talk to you later.


7 kommentarer:

  1. nice. i like night swimming...there was an old quarry near the college i went to and we would go and the water and the stars...i think you will pass...smiles.

  2. Hi Jo! If I were 'real' american teacher I would most definitely give you a VG cause you let me into your world & I liked it there on your pretty lake.
    I haven't been around blogger lately, life can be all consuming at times but it's lovely to come back and see that everyone is still here.
    Have a lovely weekend Jo... You'll have to let us know how you went when you get your results.

  3. Brian: Thank you. :)
    Katherine: Life getting in the way of blogging, yeah, tell me about it... :) Thank you for you nice comments. I'll let you know how this goes... And I'll soon probably be posting more school assignments. Yay, I'm a student...! :)

  4. Its ok.. NEVER LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN! =)~

    Wait, what button to I click below? lol

    Forhandsgranska sounds liek the noise you make when you sneeze and Kicka kommentar sounds likea disease to me.

  5. haha, i pressed the right one... SWWEEEET! =)

  6. I did pass. Merely. She didn't like it though, I could tell from her feedback. Next time I need to do better, try harder.
    English sure is tough. Right now it is a little bit overwhelming... Well, I'll talk to you later! Hugs/ Jo.

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