17 May 2008

Semper eadem.

Once again it has been a while since I've written down anything. So much and yet so little has happened.

The end of my first year in university is almost here and the fact that I have been lazy through out the seminar has left its mark on my progress. But I am actually doing best not to stress about it all and take it with calm and reason, this saves so much more energy. And the fact that I signed up to make a fool out of myself on May 31 in public does not exactly contribute to my school work. I mean, nothing serious is happening. I have all the nessecary thing done and I'm not desperate in any of the subject, yet there are some that I'm not so sure about. Like English literature. This one requires a lot of reading and I really hope I can manage with it all. But then again, I'm taking the exam on June 9th, so there's no point in panicking at the moment. And I'm not worried about my essay for the Writing Course, because I know my subject and I have my sources, I just now have to read an dput it all together. Oh, and by the way, I'm writing about Elizabeth I. A person from English history who has made me love her era. And when my mother asked me watching the Millionaire show who had been on the throne before Elizabeth, I immediately answerd: "Mary I. Bloody Mary". And then looking at the question ("Which of those Europan countries had only female monarchs in the 20th century?") I looked at her with a dumb face and asking why would she as me about Elizabeth who lived in the 16th century. My mother kindly reminded me that England has Elizabeth sitting on the throne at the moment as well. And of course her predecessor had been George VI.
Anyway, I'm concentraiting on the symbology of Elizabeth I and their presence in her portraits. Seems interesting. At least for me.

But translation is not probabaly not my thing. At least not now, when I haven't had any courses on translation theory. I spent the last week desperately translating Capote, Austen and Wilde, all together 150 pages. Oh, the sleepless nights when I finally started to read everything in English the way that I transleted it into Estonian. And when I thought, what the hell am I doing, I realised, this is too much. But I got a lovely passage from Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray and although I probably invented some of the words, the lecturer seemed to be satisfied.. One down, a lot more to go.

L. & J. are coming back to Estonia. Sometimes I wonder if we ever have the same kind of relation ship again that we had in secondary school. And I'm afraid that the answer is no. It's not me or them or anyone. In fact, it's everyone. Each and every one of us has grown in our own direction a bit. The fact that we are not spending every day together, but counted hours once in two month does change the relationship. I know that I'm not the same person. Sure, our jokes are still funny and all my girls are very-very special to me. I was just looking at some photos tonight. Of my birthday. Of St. John's Day. Graduation. I love you to death. I hope that if you are reading this, you understand where I'm coming from. Maybe you have felt the same.
But one thing is sure, when our Aussies arrive, we'll have a proper party, you hear me, sweethearts!?

Well, I guess that's all for now. If I survive the next two weeks, you might hear more of me :)

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