Songs of the month: Megadeth - Wake Up Dead
Nickelback - Far Away
Three Days Grace - Pain
What's up guys? Just a minor delay this time, so I guess I can still handle it. I was busy like every day and night with college, it's quite tiresome work. For this month I have first insights about this faculty where I am, the longing I had to fight for like forever (and still do it) and a split for people I already known so far. Waste no time and begin reading!
Part I: How in the 4th dimension of hell did I got here?
...is what I said when I finally got into the college-home from UTCN. Because it was still under renewal, it had a lot of things missing here. Some of those stuff are the following:
- Heat for the radiators/water = No shower for 1 week (My God)
- Shelves = Nowhere to put your stuff and bury yourself with 'em
- Curtains = The sun is burning me alive
- Wardrobes = You're backpacks become all-in-one wardrobes
- Desks = Your lap is going to be hot all the time now that you don't have where to put your laptop
- Good roommates = You will now be stuck with 3 hungarians (Worst of 'em all)
The last thing is probably the worst experience I had of anything in my entire life. Since none of 'em were romanian and they have a habit to gossip in their own language it's been a real problem I had to face, not the desks, not the wardrobes, not the curtains...the f*****g hungarian roommates. They were just horrible to just watch, I mean you meet them you tell them that you're not native with them, and suddenly you become the minority between them. One of them was an ugly 4-eyed stinky bastard who was snorting snuff 24/7 and he was acting like I was his bigger brother and ask me about every pointless detail about anything. He was also paranoid because I had his mom's phone number and he begged me not to tell her that his son is an addict (Sigh). He was the only loser who didn't had a laptop and was a cadger for the others to get his dose of internet (mostly me). Another one of them was a weird curly guy who was acting like he's metrosexual and had kleptomaniac tendencies with my food. I sworn him every time he tried or managed to steal anything. The third and last one of them was a weird guy who looked like an orphan and couldn't speak any bit of romanian (so yeah, at least I can practice my english with him) although I don't remember having a problem with this guy other than him being hesitant to any proposal of mine. So yeah, so far my first month was a real nightmare from this perspective, but wait... THERE'S MORE!
The 1st day at the faculty was quite weird. I had mixed reactions from it. A room full of students (~200 of 'em) and rectors/teachers/engineers/students that finished their college years who each had something to say. The rectors were pretty rough on microphone, stating that they're glad we chose a faculty were you had to take an exam to be in it, and not "via a dossier" (they obviously took a shot at the UBB Faculty of Informatics) and warned us about their domain's difficulty. Nevertheless they wished us the best of luck in our 1st year as students and hoped for us to finish the faculty after 4 years and not 14 (wait, WHAT?). The engineers were more inspirational and put over the faculty for it's job to create careers, while the teachers were opening our minds about the faculty concept and it's main property of letting you manage your time more freely. The students that finished were the funniest to hear, because they were literally hinting us that it isn't that hard to finish it like everyone says and that student life is really fun once you get to walk on your own feet. Our timetable was made once the groups for RO and EN were made. I was surprised to see how many people managed to get to the EN group because it was very small (like 50 people) and some of them even have english issues. The labs/seminaries were the most important part of this play, while the courses where like "meh" and not that important, except for those that would assure your an extra point for the final exams.
Thankfully I would still meet with Ionut the Pope, the guy with whom I lived for a week during my summer mission to get into the faculty and relive some of those fun beer get-away wanders in the city. I owe him a lot for helping me get through with my rough mood and introduce me to some of his friends from home, and the irony is that he owes me his life (funny thing when we were crossing the street I pulled him aside before a high-speed car would run over him, got a good ol' hug for that). Still he would be busy with his stuff at architecture, and would postpone any meeting for the time being. The money was also a big issue here, because I was very limited, and mostly everything here was quite expensive to purchase. I couldn't get through and now I renewed a cigarettes addiction which was driving me crazy once I got a free one from a group colleague. I couldn't beg for my parents to send me more money, because they weren't in a good position with the economy for now either, I wouldn't borrow any dime from anyone, because I am not the that type of person to borrow money, and more than surely I would not slang or steal because that is just against my principles.
My longing for friends was really killing me the most, because after making that video I lifted a double-edged sword: I would either keep that bond with them, or I would let it go to stay focused on my work. Nothing but demoralizing moods were hitting me for the longest period of time I ever had to deal with, not to mention the deepest depression I had so far. From that point forward I wasn't thinking that things were going to get better, because I was so struck to the point that I wasn't feeling any pity for myself or how I feel, like "Yup, this life's a joke". And I was also asking myself this question over and over again...How in the 4th dimension of hell did I got here? I just wish I could take the pain away, but I really couldn't bear to hold any longer... It reached a point were I really wasn't feeling alright for quite some time (not to mention I caught a cold 2 times in a month). Thankfully some good stuff would slowly start rolling at the end of this month, but that I will tell in Part 3.
My longing for friends was really killing me the most, because after making that video I lifted a double-edged sword: I would either keep that bond with them, or I would let it go to stay focused on my work. Nothing but demoralizing moods were hitting me for the longest period of time I ever had to deal with, not to mention the deepest depression I had so far. From that point forward I wasn't thinking that things were going to get better, because I was so struck to the point that I wasn't feeling any pity for myself or how I feel, like "Yup, this life's a joke". And I was also asking myself this question over and over again...How in the 4th dimension of hell did I got here? I just wish I could take the pain away, but I really couldn't bear to hold any longer... It reached a point were I really wasn't feeling alright for quite some time (not to mention I caught a cold 2 times in a month). Thankfully some good stuff would slowly start rolling at the end of this month, but that I will tell in Part 3.
Part II: That Weekly Music Video That Inspired Me This Month #2
This time I will be a little bit more commercial friendly, and say that this song inspired me the most this month. Nickelback is getting criticized often and I don't know what for, because they are an awesome band and most songs have a clear message which ends with a good taste in your mouth. The video starts with a couple in bed, when a cellphone rings and the husband is forced to leave. It is revealed that he is a firefighter, and has been called to help fight a forest fire.As the song moves on, we see the firefighters dropped right into the middle of the fire by a helicopter, which quickly overwhelms them and forces them to retreat. The husband goes back to help a fallen firefighter, and watches the helicopter leave without him. After the husband sees the helicopter leave, a large, fiery tree is seen falling, presumably onto him. This footage is inter-cut with his wife watching the news about the fire.Later, she receives a phone call, and breaks down, as it appears that she has been informed that her husband has died. She rushes outside to see several firefighters emerge from a truck...including her husband, covered in soot. She rushes to him and hugs him, and the video ends.
The band's lead singer and guitarist Chad Kroeger described this song on the Tour when in Australia as the "only real love song" that Nickelback has. He described many others as "being about love" but not solely about "being in love".
Part III: Pain
I was driven the following week, and the week after to make progress in making myself feel better no matter what. I managed to persuade the administrator to move me to another room, which sadly was at the last story of the building, but at least I had everything I specified earlier and needed a lot, and as a bonus, not only were the new roommates jacked-up behemoths but they were also very friendly and had similar tastes in music like I have, not to mention we had 2 gigantic Speakers, 2 fridges and the keys to the washing machine/clothes dryer. The money would start flowing at a better rate, now that the mandatory stuff I needed for this student life were bought (bus subscription, food booklet etc.) and now I have a more stable financial state, but still needing improvement, because I became a quite hungry sod. Le coup de grace was managing to attend all the courses/seminaries/labs and stop being late all the time like I used to in the past. Before I would be late at school with 30 minutes or so, now at college I hear my alarm which literally can make you Wake Up Dead (no pun intended to Megadeth, their song is my exact alarm sound) I fight my sleep for 3-4 minutes and start preparing for school in time. The next step is understanding and slowly handle the subjects from the stuff I am learning here.
No doubt harder stuff are still coming up in the future at college (that means even more difficult challenges) but I'll say this, I'd rather feel Pain than nothing at all, 'cause apparently you have to keep stepping it up on high-gear, because sometimes...it's Hell until you get to Heaven. And that's a lesson I learned in the past 30 days. College slowly creates A New You, and you can either handle yourself, or you're on a ride you'll wish you forget.
Thank you everyone from farsight, I am glad that you are still interested in this story of my life, and I hope you liked this new lifestyle I had to get used to in the past 31 days. Chapter XI: The King's Vow will be the place where I will tell what's happening in continuation at my student life and my long-awaited return to my hometown of Slutina, all of that at the end of November. Until then, all I can say is thanks and peace!
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