Tomorrow I'll jump in a train once again to go home for the (very much needed) Easter holiday to charge my batteries, since the real challenge starts next week. I guess I have a few exams and report deadlines too, but the real deal is the Helga's 8 day of May Day celebration that actually takes ten days. That is the ultimate student life challenge, since we will try to balance the last remaining lessons and exams and reports with over a week of events, parties and a lot of fun!
Feels a bit weird to start celebrating 1st of May already right after Easter is over but I am not complaining. Besides, it is the first year I am able to wear my graduation cap! And it doesn't even matter if we will only be able to crawl by the 1st of May since we will be wearing our awesome coveralls that are made for exactly this purpose.
I gotta admit that it's not so clear to me why we even celebrate May Day but I don't really care. I have a feeling that this year it will be memorable (for a change..) and that I will have a blast!
I was almost sad to write that title since I'd rather not know so much about language teaching policies and all the different approaches to it. However, that is exactly what my day has been about. I won't make anyone bored telling you what the article was like or how many hours I spent studying it but I'll tell you this: there are certain words of the English language that I have read so many times during these past few days that I can't stand them anymore. Conceptualization, plurilingualism, various and diversification are a few examples. My brain was whining when I even wrote them here. Well, at least I can use them in my answer essays since they are stuck in my brain. Forever, I assume.
The magic part, on the other hand, has been a much nicer way to spend this carefree Sunday before yet another exhausting week of writing reports for our oh-so-lovely company project. I didn't do any magic, unfortunately, but I read about it. I surprised myself with how well I can actually read a book in Spanish though it's been forever since I've actually done that. Now I regret that I ever stopped reading books, even due to lack of time. I had completely forgotten how nice it is to put on comfy clothes and to get lost in the fictional world of the novel, suddenly realizing that hours have passed. Then you feel like you've been sleeping the whole day but you're still tired, you have a messy hair but a happy mind.
While I've been studying or reading, I've been listening to the Spotify top list over and over again and I have just started to really like this song. Don't know why but I just replay it all the time. This was one of the things I'd better not confess, wasn't it?
I just read a piece of news about a little girl who was both blind and deaf and finally got back her ability to hear. I started to think about that and realized that I have probably never heard a complete silence. In fact, if it's completely silent you can't hear even that so basically I undermined my own words, right? No matter how alone or far away from the traffic I am, there's always something. My own breathing, my footsteps on the floor, neighbors talking, elevator moving, music playing. Unless I have been in a noisy place for a long time, I don't like silence so much, it makes me uneasy. When I still lived at home, a silent moment alone at times was really needed. However, now that I live basically alone, I constantly have music playing from my computer or the television is on the background. It creates a cosy atmosphere where I can be more relaxed. Somehow, I have never been able to concentrate properly when it's too silent, which is kind of all wrong. My conclusion is that since all my life I've lived among noise coming from the sisters and since I enjoy social situations, it is what I consider normal and therefore the optimal surroundings for studying, for example. In case I try to study in a perfect silence, my own thoughts become so much louder that it steals all my attention. Maybe my brain tries to bring back the balance of normality. That is why I'd go insane if I lost my ability to hear, I would drive myself crazy when I couldn't hear anything but my own thoughts. I would miss hearing the raindrops falling on the roof while still lazily laying in bed on Sunday morning. I would miss hearing a funny joke and the laughter that follows. I would miss the sound water makes when you put your feet in there. I would miss my favorite song that I play on repeat when getting ready for school, dancing with the curtains open and always remembering too late that there is another apartment building opposite to my window. The world is full of wonderful sounds that makes it so much more exciting place to live in. And the best ones are the ones you don't only hear but also see and feel at the same time making the experience perfect.
