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Punctuating the wake-eat-sleep
Welcome back. Apparently there have been a fair few visitors, despite my relative absence whilst I’ve been falling into much Swissness. Apologies. I’ve been baking biscuits.
Chocolate to buy, clothes to degrime, biscuits to bake, apartment to clean, and case to pack. I left suburbia for another bit of suburbia it seems. South Manchester goodbye, hello Suisse-Romande. That’s just today. The last day before I leave. Fingers crossed Geneva airport won’t fuck up again (snow? Let’s not work. Snow in other Swiss airports? Do we need to ask?)
Books about crazy people punctuate suburban routine: Plath’s The Bell Jar (finally, swallowed in two days whole, after rejecting it when I gave it a go in the college library), Doris Lessing, Sartre, plus grammaire grammaire und grammatik.
Let’s see how it’s going…
Swiss German: hopeless, utterly hopeless, I can just about stammer ‘Gruessi’
German: ignore my French accent (why I speak German with a French accent I’m not sure) and it’s fine. Ignore the lack of grammar subjunctive and all that. But I can understand, read and write, which ought to get some cheer.
French: fluent for listening, responding and reading. Written work needs some help for expression and tricky grammar, otherwise fine. (And I thought French grammar was easy. Deluded I was. It’s easy to-start-with.)
English: reasonable, minus the accent which seems to appear when I speak to foreign-speakers in English. With English people, it’s cent pourcent there, am happy to say.
As in the bag, where to now?
A levels over, my As are in the bag plus a jazzy distinction for an AEA in English - but what happens now?
I did the university applications last year, had the places, and rejected them. Surely there’s got to be more than this ‘education’ of UK university which would have my arse sunk in £30,000 debt by the time three years are over? (So I asked myself zillion times over, and still applied. Still did drawn-out entrance exams and pretended to my parents I was studying more than perhaps I was in reality…)
But then there’s the leaguetables harping on about the value of our university and the ease that the majority of my friends, whilst not still in Manchester, are at least still in the UK. Of course, there’s also the comfort that university delays work - full-time, ‘proper’ work, at least, even if scrounging around for badly-paid evening shifts isn’t far out of the question.
Now I get time out. Proper, not just a week at Easter shoved in (whilst away on an exchange doing double the work or doing revision anyway.) I get proper time out. To digest, relax, read and learn for myself, write essays and gander around for opportunities of what I might want to do.
I’m also in Switzerland, the French-speaking bit. Mountains, blue skies and clean it may be, Manchester it certainly isn’t. One thing in particular gets a gold star though - you can fall asleep without feeling like you’re going to be burgled in the night, heck, you could even go all out and not lock the doors if you really wanted to push Swiss trust and see where it takes you.
Tomorrow is wall-painting and French lessons (private, one to one, Katy to Katy plus exercise book), or writing: poems, novel, essay for comp or some good new pitches. Go get me for saying good.
Getting down to the hard grit
Posted by Katy Murr in About Me, Journalism, Opportunities, yada yada on June 27th, 2009
Yup, fingers hitting the keys hard, mental fan whirring. I think I qualified as doing that, at least a little bit, whilst on the CityLife desk of the MEN.
Here’s some pieces I’ve done…
- Haworth wins again
- The Big Pink - gracing stages and shops
- Abba The Show - M.E.N’s big Christmas party
- Angel Of The North model at Chatsworth
- A beast at Shift Time in Shrewsbury
Picnic
English-style picnic, what to take?
So far on my list: cheese scones (very English), English cheeses and biscuits, chocolate brownies (not quite so English, but delicious nevertheless), wine, chocolates, fruit salad, and a few other things which I can’t quite remember.
Naturally, the red and stripy picnic blanket is in tow as well. Couldn’t possibly do without the gorgeous patterns…
Laptop, work experience, no more exams
Posted by Katy Murr in About Me, Journalism, yada yada on June 23rd, 2009
Plastic pencil cases or clear food bags
Had final AEA exam today. If you don’t know what that means, it’s essentially a jazzy extension English exam which is rather delightful and not at all too box-ticking in nature. More rigorous thought, the kind where you end up eating your pencil at the wrong end because you’re concentrating so much on your line of thought. So that’s it. Over. A Levels well and truly done. I’m utterly glad, admittedly, utterly glad because for the large part A levels have seemed like a stepping stone to something else, rather than an actual academic challenge in themself. Of course there have been challenges, but perhaps most exciting has been the weekends at friends’ houses, the little travelling, French exchanges where you sample the town’s best chocolaterie and so on.
Being the skivvy and not even getting paid for it
Skivvy. I don’t like the word. I do, however, sometimes promise food when I try to garner some work experience. Thus far it seems to be working. Have a couple of days lined up here this week. If you’re in the office, give me a wave.
I don’t mean to sound moody by the way. I’m not at all. I’m actually rather impressed by the two-screen PCs and comfy chairs with arm rests. Plus the view is quite decent. Could imagine working in a newsroom, very much so. Hate to imagine what their keyboards hold though - all those sandwiches munched on whilst working - eep!
Sleek, black, very sexy
That’s my new laptop. Shiny HP number. A bit like this. Will post some pics soon hopefully. It’s going to be helpful, means I can do more Skype and whatnot when away from home, aka off to Europe for the summer. I’m getting a cute carrycase for it too, see here. Still waiting for it to arrive. My feet are tapping and I’m remembering how I was never patient.
The pretty and the bad
My new swatch watch has gone walkabouts. In fact, I have put it somewhere where I don’t know where. Just about somewhere as confusing as that last sentence. Sincerely hoping it comes home. Love you. Will wear you with pride… Promise promise. I do miss thee.
PS
I’m aware it’s been a while. Damn exams, like I say. Will be updating more frequently now. Novel in the jowels too. Just needs a little more chewing over.
Babysteps in journalism: episode 4
Posted by Katy Murr in About Me, Journalism, yada yada on June 10th, 2009
- Successfully put out alert on Gorkana asking for utterly-fabulous editorial work experience (Gorkana has to be mastered in journo-land, right?)
- Been sent various job and internship info via twitter, which provokes a gooey-nice feeling that I cannot be considered utterly shit if other well-respected, been-at-it-for-a-while journalists are sending info my way.
- Not been pitching much (mid exam-season, not the best time.) Have, however, been filling up my spreadsheet with all those Gorkana gems. (Did I mention I like Gorkana? It’s pretty useful.)
- In the midst of getting some work experience. Waving my magic wand around didn’t help much, but Gorkana and friendly people did.
- There’s some more, only my head has had enough for today. I’ve had essay exams. Forgive me.
Want some distraction from revision?
Posted by Katy Murr in Opportunities, yada yada on April 28th, 2009
The Guardian’s international journalism competiton should be perfect.
That’s not to say you won’t then end up distracted in other things, though at least it’s a break from thinking about themes in The Tempest, or whatever texts/ topic/ book you’re studying.
Want a bike? Just pick one up then!
How cool is this?
I want someone to implement this here. They’ve got it across Germany, and a similar thing in Paris (Velib*) surely it’s about time England had it too?
*Curse my lack of accents… yes yes…
‘I was also free: after more than 60 years’
Posted by Katy Murr in Journalism, yada yada on April 15th, 2009
Alison Lurie on doing away with fashion.
I wonder if we must wait 60 years? Can’t 18 be enough?
This article does it for me. Very satisfying. I like the choice to turn one’s back on fashion.
I’m not sure I ever turned to fashion, although perhaps that’s another post. For now I am off to chant German verbs so that my imperfect tense allows me to improve my accuracy with the other compound tenses. Marvellously entertaining, as I’m sure you can imagine.
Please, talk rather than type
Posted by Katy Murr in Journalism, yada yada on April 14th, 2009
I find this quite sad. One room: girl, typing on laptop. Next room: mother, on computer, looking at what girl is typing.
Social networking can be a good thing - if moderated, not used obsessively, bla bla bla. Spying on your own kids isn’t.
My parents aren’t on facebook, or twitter, and generally, they come to talk to me if they want to know what I’m doing. Or maybe they phone me if I’m out and they’re wondering where I am if I’ve forgotten to mention it. That seems about right to me.
*Photo from here.