Life is crazy. As you can probably tell, I have been inactive for more than half a year. Though I must admit, that I have not been very active before that either.
I love to read books, I love to write books and I love to review books. However, the latter takes a lot of time and energy, when your mind is filled with other things, more specifically, university stuff. Almost exactly 10 months ago, I started my bachelor thesis. And as you might (or might not know), a thesis in science if often written about a research project one conducted. At least that was the case at my old university. (Yes, you read right: I am no longer at my old university. But more on that topic later.)
Before officially starting my thesis, I had to start working in the lab to get some first result. And as it is often the case in research, my topic changed a couple of time, because of the results we got (or did not get). In fall, I had this crazy idea to randomly apply to universities for a master program. Honestly, I did not think this through. The application for universities in Germany normally takes place in December and January, sometimes even February. This depends on whether your program is restricted by grades or not. But back to the fall of last year. In one of the many hours of waiting in the lab for some experiments, I decided to look at masters. Since I would be starting in the spring, most of the programs were not available for me. Originally I even had the idea of going to Great Britain, but I did not find any programs starting in spring. However, I did find several programs accepting applications in another country: Denmark. So, I applied, did not even really think about it, until I got accepted. However, due to some circumstance, I rejected my place (I did not think I would finish my thesis until February 1st, the start of the semester in Denmark). Thankfully, there were some mistakes made in the progress. But more to that later. Shortly before Christmas, I also applied for a university in Germany, which was really close to my parents so I could see them more than twice a year. I was really hoping I would get in, and I was really happy when I got the invitation for the interview, which was in January. By this time, I had already officially started my thesis and had to turn it in a week after the interview. One week before the interview, we found out that all of our results were false. Mostly, because the instrument was not working correctly and had to be readjusted. During my thesis (and almost during all the weeks since August) I had worked 40 to 50 hours per week in the lab, not counting the 2 to 3 hours I spend every night, trying to evaluate our results. On average, I slept 4 hours per night during those weeks, when I would normally sleep 8 hours. The last week before the interview, I spend more than 50 hours in the lab, evaluated the results afterward and wrote on my thesis. The last thing on my mind during this time was the interview. But in all seriousness: How would I get a place in the master program if I failed my thesis? I went home to my parents the day before the interview, which was in the morning. Thankfully, my mom was kind enough to drive me to the interview so I could try to relax a bit. Things did not go as planned. I had a mental breakdown during the interview, started crying a river (it was embarrassing, seriously) and basically could not answer a single question. I almost could not even tell them my name. After that disaster, I had already expected the rejection, which came a day after I turned in my bachelor thesis (which I actually did pretty well on after I motivated myself by saying I would show them that I am better than that. Don’t even ask why I was telling myself that.). Anyway, I received the rejection while going to London with my family, which was sort of a celebratory trip for handing in my thesis. A few days later, still in London, I got an email from the university in Denmark. There have been some mistakes in removing me from the programme. Honestly, I thought this message was a sign of God. To sum it up, I was readmitted to the programme and could start my studies there. During that time it had not even hit me. It took me around half an hour to realize, I would have to move to a different country in the course of 4 days to start the semester. I was lucky enough to get a furnished room right away through the university, but so much was still unplanned. All of my stuff was still at my old place at my old university. I had a backpack full of clothes with me, which I brought to London. So I borrowed my parents’ car and my sister’s Laptop, drove to Denmark the day after we arrived back from London and started my master programme. (I went to my old university the weekend after that to get my stuff.)
It would have been lovely to study in Germany, close to my parent’s place and in the same city as my best friend. But I am happy, with where God has planted me. Everything has worked out more perfect than I ever imagined, but I hope you can understand that I had to get settled in for a while first, before coming back online. I made some lovely friends, found an amazing church with awesome people from all over the world and had some really interesting lectures this semester. It was challenging at times, but also a lot of fun. And I plan to make the best of being here.
So this is where I am now. Four months ago I moved here and today I have finished the last exam of my first semester here. Now comes the summer break. 3 months of doing nothing. After this crazy, hectic and stressful year, I am really looking forward to it.