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can’t hide this feeling

the interviews are done. i feel satisfied. some minor bloopers aside, i feel good about being me.

the group discussions went well. we decided to talk about the bird flu and i tried to reflect upon it. the bird flu was a convenient way to talk about our fears in that very situation, without acknowledging what was happening right there and now. we were all pretty nervous and afraid since we knew some of us aren’t going to make it. i guess a catastrophy-feeling like “the world is going under” was eminent, but it was too hot to talk about that very situation, hence the attractiveness to discuss the bird flu. (one of us mentioned after awhile: there’s been little news about the bird flue recently – yeah well, maybe we came to think about the bird flue because the interview situation raised similar fears). however, i was the only one curious to talk about why we chose that topic.

lessons learned:

a) don’t say “good luck” when leaving since I am the one wanting it. it’s too obvious in hindsight.

b) maybe i tried to be too wise again. i’m afraid i was too interested in noticing how the three other candidates dealt with the situation that i acted as if I wasn’t afraid and nervous. i’m not sure. then again i did tell the psychologists that i was nervous.

the logo of the psychology department at åbo akademi

with hell frozen over…

…anything can happen. recently, lordi won the eurovision song contest. yesterday i found out that a friend of mine finished his – what i thought was, never-ending – studies. and this morning the department of psychology at åbo akademi announced that i made it to the interview stage of the entrance exam! i haven’t made it this far before. the interview is tomorrow nine o’clock.

MY place.

when i was ten, maybe, the roof of our house was rebuilt. bricks were traded for sheet metal. two young men from a nearby island did the work during one summer. i loved spending time with them on the roof, “helping” them as much as i could. one of them was called “puppe”, a name usually exclusive for pet rabbits.

anyway. at my childhood home, the roof is where i feel safe.

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i’m sitting next to the chimney, looking at the gravel road to our house.

thomas_tak.jpgi’m also sitting on top of my room. some of my sibblings with their friends are sitting by the water.
thomas_taksplitter.jpgmy window fell down on the roof, during a storm, i guess. there’s still one left.