Händel prep.
The singers, musicians and the audience preparing for the annual ‘Händel on the Street’ performance. The concert was held, as always, on the same place it premiered 270 years ago.
I present to you one of the reasons I’ve been a terrible blogger the past month:
My final TV Journalism project ’Hey Stranger’ (by Serina Ljung)
Allow me to disagree
Sometimes he’s the devil’s advocate, sometimes he’s just giving his own snarky opinion, and it’s never safe to say when he’s doing what. And even if he just butchered my attempt to complete one of my six assignments due within the next seven days, two of which are assigned by him and due the same day, I still like my photography teacher better than any Norwegian teacher I’ve ever had.
He can take a discussion, even though public reason isn’t always the way to go, he most certainly isn’t babying his students, and he makes you want to push your self to perform/debate better each time.
I wouldn’t say it’s through either intimidation or inspiration, but more through the infuriating irritation of not mastering the task at hand, like when falling of your bike you want to kick the contraption, but you don’t because that would be nothing short of idiotic. You brush the dirt off your scuffed knees, gather what ever wisdom you can from you little tumble, and move on. He’s one of those people who makes me think I’m a slightly masochistic student, but I’ve never heard him say anything unjust, never given me a lesson I didn’t learn from, and most importantly, I’m never bored.
A small retreat
Me and my french flatmate decided that we had built up enough ‘good student points’ to deserve a small break, and so on easter monday we swallowed our pride and got on a tourist bus to go see The Wicklow Mountains, Glendalough and Kilkenny all in one day.
Of course we picked the one day of the month with rain, fog and your typical anti-tourist weather, but determined as we were to enjoy our little break from a dizzyingly busy schedule, nothing could stop us from finding some beauty in all the gloom.
Oh you pretty things
Is it a bouquet of orchids? A bush? A tree? No, it’s a whole forrest of them.
But honestly, I have no idea what kind of tree/flower it is.
Do you know?
This was taken on my street, on st. paddy’s day.)
I introduced my Malaysian flatmate to the joys of easter egg decorating.
from l to r: French egg, Malaysian egg and Norwegian egg.
Happy easter!
Shit
A “huge” spider on the right side of my bedroom window, trying to kill a pice of hail that got stuck in its web.
Oh, and never leave your window open. You’re never safe, even if you’re on the 2nd floor. I hereby deduce that a pigeon has committed a crime in our kitchen. The little burglar had fled the scene before we even knew what had happened, but left a trademark signature on his/her way out.
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