I HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPE WINE

I wish I could write that all was well and school was fantastic, but that wouldn’t be telling the truth. And my mother taught me to always tell the truth.  Okey, drama queen! Everything is well, we’re healthy and ATM very sport., and I’m not going to make a huge cry-me-a-river post on my miserable London life. But f*ck this is hard. And by this, I mean school.

I enjoy it. Some of it at least. Like when the lecturers refer to us as “ladies and gentlemen” or “my lovelies”. But the language is much harder than I expected. Not talking to people in general, but the 100-year-old book English. And the history of journalism reading list, which consists of 29 books, is hard. And the politic part. But that’s probably because I really don’t have a care in the world for politics.

So be it! No whining (just some). Yesterday we celebrated Halloween, which was very fun. I went to a pre-party with a good, old friend of mine – and we had heaps of fun, even though there was a fire and some drama, but it all worked out fine. I was a dead, but happy bride, and much so because I actually managed to fool some of my friends in believing I was getting married. Can’t a girl own a wedding dress? O.M.G.

Nevertheless, I’m not getting married any time soon - just to get that cleared out.  I have now escaped the 23 squares that is our apartment, and I’m now crawled up in a corner of the closest, most cosy café in not more than two wool sweaters. Yes, the cold has arrived London as well. Last night I was an ice cube on my way home and if the night bus had arrived 10 minutes later I would probably have gotten a cab home. Good thing I didn’t – I couldn’t really afford it. Hah, the big international student problem.

But Q – when I’m studying journalism in London: is it right to be more inspired by a random café than any of my lectures? I wish I had more time to experience the city instead of being overloaded with books to read, but I guess that’s university. I haven’t been to Tim Walker for Mulberry or The Little Black Jacket for Chanel yet. Not National Portrait Gallery or Tate either. Some fashion friend, please come find me.

NOTHING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

I'm confused!

I used to love speaking in front of people. I was good at it, and that was probably one of the main reasons for the joy. Now I'm put outside my comfort zone. I graduated from my secondary school/high school (I never really figured that out) with top grade in my English class. But now that I am surrounded with my British-born friends, I start messing up the words.

Everyone has told me how lucky I am, and how brave I am to attend a university abroad. I always responded with "Oh well, you know. Anyone can do that." And now when I am actually here, I'm more like - WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?? Hopefully I will figure that our before my first exams.

As previously stated, I'm also doing psychology which I am doing with a bunch of people with A-levels in psychology before starting this course, which makes me twice as lost. In the journalism class they teach us a lot about politics - which makes me even more confused. I don't know if Scotland should vote for independence. Or if we should be allowed to see the contents of letters sent from Prince Charles to Government ministers! I keep telling people I want to do fashion journalism, but when I speak to other fashionistas - I'm not even on top of that topic.

Freaking out much? Oh yes. Is this the start of the amazing years of studying? Well, I might start getting used to it all. This was rubbish. Excuses - this is my way of starting. xx

HE IS WE

The days are different here in London. I have absolutely no idea how to describe it, but it's definitely a huge change. Some good - some bad. I keep telling people that I'm looking forward to finally being familiar with everything. But when is that really happening? It's been a month already. Well, at least I know where my lectures are. That's an improvement. But the biggest difference is that everyone lives so far away from each other. Some people live more than one hour with travel away! You can't just call anyone and meet them in 15 minutes. It's not like that here. Well, I'll stop being som sentimental and go on. I'll let you in on my stupidity regarding my psychology lectures. Since I'm doing double honours, I attend "two schools". They are both at City University, but one of them is School of Arts(journalism) and the other is School of Social Science(psychology). It's actually way more confusing than in sounds like, but I'm getting used to it. The most important thing, which I have to figure out; since I'm doing double honours - do I have two graduations? Smiley.

I would almost call myself cute. In the stupid kind of term. I was reading my psychology book and I stumbled upon the words model and store - I immediately thought of supermodels and clothing shops. In psychology? Think again!

Other then that, I'm managing. But I can't really say that I find any of the modules very inspiring. Probably because they expects all of us to aim for BBC, when we all know, I'm the future Anna Wintour. Or if I manage to get a British accent (never gonna happen) I might have to take over for Alexandra Shulman instead.