The name of the school does not reflect my sexuality.

Yesterday it was the first day of my student life. It actually started last week, but that was more of an intro... which was an intro with uncomfortable consequences. But I'll get back to that.

It is somewhat exciting, but I can't help thinking of the fact that my next 10 months will be characterized as unsocial and stressfull. Incase you were wondering, I am studying International Marketing... which atleast seems to be an interesting study. My courses this semester are:
- Marketing Management
- The Rise of Modern Business
- Finance and Economics
- Foreign Cultures
The names of these courses are loosely based on its norwegian names, and translated by me...
I don't know what I'm having the next semester, but I guess I'll give you an update when that time comes.

It's a three year study (bachelor), so I guess I won't be playing games actively for a while. I'm also considering taking a masters degree in Boston University (yeah, in USA) when that time comes. But I'll make that decision in the future.

The teachers seem to have a lot of knowledge, and to be good at what they do. The teacher in Marketing Management was especially good though. He cracked me up, aswell as the whole auditorium all the time. I couldn't fall asleep if I wanted to. And the others - not so much. They popped a few good ones now and then, but they couldn't live up to their colleague.

Also (without knowing what it's called in english) there was a "get to know eachother" week (intro). And by "get to know eachother", I mean "drink so much alcohol, you will need the help of an exoskeleton to even stand on your feet." Some guy brought a whole bottle of absinthe to the party that he wanted to share. My common sense told me no, but since common sense go out where the booze go in, I couldn't hear its voice, screaming from toilet. Three shots later (of pan galactic gargle blasters...) I can not remember anything. At all. The next moment I find myself in my aunts car, on my way home. My two cousins were there too. Feeding me babycarrots.

This monday I stood at the buss stop, waiting for the buss to take me to the school, when I was aproached by this guy saying "Hey it's you!" - I could swear that I had never seen him ever in my life. Later he told me that I was on "the ferry" with all the other students. ("The ferry?" you ask? You tell me). During that night I was told to disembark from the boat, because I was too drunk. Then I climbed up the ropes that held the ferry to the shore (I'm lucky I didn't fall into the water and die), and I was back in the game.

I'm gonna stop there, but needless to say I was in a really bad shape the day after. Nevertheless I am looking forward to continue my life as a student. Exciting times.

So yeah, did you start school yet?