During my penultimate year of high school, my best friend and I went on a “Winterschool for the arts” at the University of the Free State… In a town-city called Bloemfontein. This is irrelevant, but it was pretty cold and sortof depressing because it was cold yet dry, without any hills or mountains (I am after all a hill and mountain girl) which made the place ugly. Anyway, I attended classes on short story-writing, which was a little bit annoying due to my lack of clicking with the lecturer and my realization that I will probably never be a short story writer. However, I did learn valuable things, mainly about being an actual person, and a bit about descriptive writing.
One thing that I do remember is the following warning; when there is a story in your head, DON’T TELL IT TO ANYONE, because then you won’t be able to write it, because the story will essentially be out of your system. I experienced it again earlier this week, when I had already thought up a blog post surrounding an anecdote in Chemometrics class, but I told two friends about this anecdote. And I’ve found that every time I’ve sat down to write this specific post, I could not get myself to do it, which is a bit of a shame. But also kindof cool. Now I just want to write about things that happened this weekend, which I’m not really sure I should, perhaps you’ll get the story about Chemometics too…
