Change of Heart Part 4

The only thing worse than having no choice is choosing between good and even better.

I got admitted. In both places. While I was expecting only to be accepted to one place, I got into both. I didn’t know what to do, since that wasn’t what I was prepared for. Good thing is, I had time. Not much, but I could think about choices.

Anyway, I had to find pros and cons of both places. I tried, but even then, I couldn’t come to a decision. Some of my friends said that I should go to Novi Sad, because it is a smaller town and not that expensive. Also, education is good there. But in Belgrade education is excellent and there are so many job opportunities. Also, in Belgrade something is always happening. It is much closer to my hometown and much familiar to me, since I’ve been going to visit my boyfriend there for years.

By the evening, I had come to a decision. Belgrade. There is no good reason, except that I was tired of decisions. I threw a coin. The end.

The only thing now left is to convince my parents why in Belgrade. Turns out they wanted me to go to Belgrade in the first place. Drama about parents is solved. Ah, that is the life. I just have to go there tomorrow.

In the end, I was proud of myself. I changed the way of my life, gave up on music, but started chasing new career. of language, culture and customs. First one, I want to learn is English, and then.. Who knows? Maybe I will learn German, or French, even Russian sounds exciting. Hobby will be always Japanese (those guys are awesome). I don’t know if I will be good at it, but one thing I do know – when you are talented in many areas, nothing is difficult.

My best friend always told me that I was just like his older brother. Everything came easy to me. Whatever I tried to do, it was always perfect and good. But I am, just like his brother, damn lazy! Except when it comes to languages. My best friend and me are language freaks. Although I speak only two languages (along with my native), I can easily adjust my mind to another one. Like French the other day.

He was trying to teach me French accent which is really difficult for me (no reason). I was really good at it and he said that maybe I could learn it, when I finish English and German. I can’t wait.

Anyway, from that day, you are not talking to the violin player.  I am not a musician anymore. And I am happy with that.

Oh, and let me rewrite my “About” page.  Sorry about that.

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Change of Heart Part 2 (I will skip some parts)

I will skip some days ahead, because they are not that relevant for you and I am to lazy to write every detail about my entrance exam in Novi Sad and everything that happened after that, so, before I write the main event for this story, I will tell you some things that happened meanwhile.

Novi Sad is a beautiful city. Much more than Belgrade and not noisy. Also, it doesn’t have hills (I know it’s not the correct word, but I can’t remember the real one, sorry)

Entrance exam was more difficult than in Belgrade. E.g. here was 6 pages of grammar and literature (which is interesting, since no school teaches English literature. Oh, how lucky I was that I read Orwell and some other books before this exam) and the second part was an interview with professors from the faculty. Good thing is that they gave us more freedom as in going to toilet and leaving when you have finished.

Their paperwork is too complicated.. I thought, at one point, that they would ask me what I had for breakfast.

There was a guy who looked exactly like my boyfriend would look if he were 7 years younger. Bald, tall, skater outfit… Same earrings… Weird..

Wine festival in Novi Sad was awesome. Too bad I can’t remember half of it.

Traveling by train in Serbia is awesome.

Tu cut long story short, day after the exam, I found out I was admitted. Now all I had to do is wait for results from Belgrade.

After that I was afraid. People were telling me that it was very difficult to get admitted into the Belgrade faculty, because many are trying. I was starting to think I will not be in Belgrade and made a plan for living in Novi Sad. I almost got used to that.

While all of this was happening, I have to say, with little sorrow that I didn’t have my parents support. While they agreed to help me with my plan, they weren’t really pleased with the situation. They still think I would be a better musician than linguist. Well, my dear parents, if you knew English language and started reading my blog, you would know how much talented am I really.

Also, for some reason I don’t know, they hate English language. My father said that I should try and learn German, but I didn’t even want to hear about it. Why would I want to trade such a simple language (let’s face it, it’s a lot easier than German or Serbian)?  My mother doesn’t even bother…

That night, with these thoughts on mind, I went to sleep, only to hear good news next morning.

The results from Belgrade are here.