Last year I finally decided what I am going to be when I grow up (though it’d be smart to ask the question if I ever do intend to grow up?). I am going to become a crazy biomedical laboratory scientist. I’ll be the one wearing a long white scientist/doctor’s jacket with crayons in my breast pocket, frizzy hair and crazy glasses. I’ll also be the one studying your blood for various diseases, and perhaps experimenting with it, if I am allowed.
However, for all of this to happen I need to do some studying. No matter how much I wish I had been healthy or smarter when I was younger, it doesn’t change my current situation. Which is, that I need to take some classes before I get to start on my actual education. First I have to take one year of night-classes with mathematics and natural science. Both which are subjects I was never particular strong in, so that this will be a challenge goes without saying. When I’ve completed this year, I have to take one semester in more mathematics and I can choose between physics, biology or chemistry. Biology will be the subject I will get the best grade in, the other two I’ve never even had before. So I’m going for chemistry. But! Let’s jump back to the mathematics and natural science classes for a bit. I applied for “adult-schooling” classes back in February, and I was accepted this July. However, there was a lot of questions as to when I was actually supposed to meet up, and when my classes were. Today is the 18th of August, and it is also the official first day back to school in Norway, including my school. Yesterday evening and this morning I was still as clueless as to when I was supposed to start. My schedule says it’s tomorrow, but the lady on the phone said today at 16.00. Confused little me packed up my things after work and took the tram to town. Finally there I was told it actually is tomorrow! ( Can they make up their minds?!), I got to pick up my school books though, which is good. Means I don’t have to stress to get back down there tomorrow.
On my way home I decided to take the tram again, since the buses are now fucked up, and no longer passes through my neighborhood. This, it proved later, was a bad idea. Two stops before mine the tram breaks down. It’s 26-27degrees Celsius outside, even more inside. No air-condition, too many people. And I’m still slightly sick. Thirsty, tired and annoyed I decide to just jump off and walk home Can’t he that far… right? Right. No. I walked in baking sun in late August, in clothing fit for actual autumn. I walked up, up and up some more, and then only to realize I had no idea where the heck I was. So I walked some more. Frustration was overwhelming in the end, until I finally started to descend. I could see some of the view and knew roughly on the map where I was. But I had no idea how to get from where I was to home. Then I found a forest-road and a normal very steep road with sharp turns. I decided for the shaded forest-road. Which happened to be my only smart decision all day! 15 minutes later I found my self sweating and at home!
