Truly Teutonic

I come to write this blog with an air of self-satisfaction. Now self-satisfaction is not a feeling I particularly like to endorse. But I'm really happy with the way yesterday's exam went, and for once I have very few regrets. The exam in question is, as the title might have suggested to all you synonym-experts out there, a German one. A German exam made in Germany for all the poor people around the world who decide to undertake the learning of such a language upon themselves. I say this half-jokingly of course, since I believe German is simply a language like all the rest, despite the perplexed look people like to plaster across their faces whenever I tell them I actually like it. Strangely enough, this general dislike of the German language is what had attracted me to it in the first place. Until about the age of sixteen I used to think it was cool to like things that everybody else found absolutely colourless and insufferable. Hence my love affair with German, gloomy weather and a host of other unsexy things. This was obviously a misguided attempt at playing the cool detached outcast, which thankfully I have managed to gradually abandon.

The loss of my appreciation for every miserable thing others disliked meant that, midway through my first year at Junior College, I realised that German was not so awesome after all and that some attractive Romance language such as French would have suited my tastes much better. Matters were made infinitely worse by the most hopeless lecturer existent on the planet and the most ridiculously dull syllabus in matriculation certificate history. But I soldiered courageously on, and thankfully got a good grade in my A level. To cut a long story short, my passion for the strange sounding tongue had been extinguished, and it stayed so even at university. The situation did not change until around February when the combination of a couple of good lecturers and some nice poems rekindled the flame. And so now I can say I am actually, wait for this, quite HAPPY with BOTH my subjects at university. Obviously one still has to remember the third horrifying dull subject i.e Education. The mere utterance of this word seems to suck out the joy from life. Yet, poetic licence allows me to forget it exists, at least for the duration of this blog.

Returning to the original focus of this blog, the ZMP exam was not as impossible as I thought it would be and the four hours of its duration were thoughtfully punctuated by a fifteen-minute break. You see, Germans are not so heartless after all. Now I just hope I passed and got a decent grade. Should be off to study for my last exam, i.e. my optional credit, which should not be too hard. Before I leave I want to say a big thank you to all those who made my birthday a lovely day! Thanks for all the lovely things you wrote on the lovely cards and for the lovely presents :-D.

Also, I have not yet mastered the complex art of posting a link on my blog, so please look up the song "Dinner at Eight" by Rufus Wainwright. Seriously good stuff, in my musically uninformed opinion at least.

Hugs and Cookies.
Auf Wiedersehen
Lizzy
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