Today is May 1st, and it’s a day of tradition and joy in a lot of countries, mine included. It’s also the first day of this month that every student fear a bit, the month of exams… Since I went back to the university last fall, I’ve had my eyes on the month of May as the month where I’m going to conclude it all.
And the day started off well, or sort of well. Being full of optimism last night I set my alarm on 7 this morning, so that I could get an early start before and read a lot before I had an online studydate at 10 with my studygroup. Well, I was awake at a quarter to seven, so I silenced the alarm before it went on, and I kind of went back to sleep. Around 8 I let out the cat, and I was planning on taking my shower, but I went back to bed for just 1 second.
At 10 I woke up, by my messanger-noice on the ipad, my studyfriends wondering if I was going to log on… And up I went, and logging on to a computer is never so slowly as when you’re doing it to late, and others are waiting on you…. Well, I was finally on, and after a good 20 minutes we had delivered our rapport that is due Monday. It’s actually our bachelor rapport, so I was proud and relieved and felt like popping a bottle of champagne. But of course, I was sensible, at 10.30 in the morning a glass of juice seemed more appropriate. I put the tv on, just to be entertained as I ate a late breakfast/early lunch before starting on my real studying of the day.
Now that the bachelor assignment is in, I only have an oral couching exam and a written exam in another subject to worry about. The couching exam is on my own rapport, so I’ve decided to concentrate my reading on the other subject this weekend. My plan for today was to read through one of the main books in our curriculum and make notes, and then make 5 mind maps out of the notes.
So after breakfast I sat down to start my studying. I only had to make a phone-call first, I have a friend going through some tough times right now. Well, since my breakfast was at 11, my phonecall came in the middle of her lunch, and we spoke through it. I was a bit puzzled that the time was 1 o’clock when we hang up, but then again, I did have the whole rest of the day to study.
Only, I was still in my pj’s, since I went straight from bed to my online study-group… So I just had to take a quick shower before starting for real. The thing is, that I was feeling a bit cold after the long phone-conversation, and I needed a nice, hot and long shower. When I went out of the shower I saw my new hairmask, that I’ve been meaning to try. So I did. When I read on the package after I had put it into my hair, (yes, I sometime read the instructions after I do something) I realized that this was the kind of haircure that you had to leave in the hair for 45 minutes. Well, I had the time, right? I could easily read with the hairmask. But before I went upstairs again to do so, I just had to fold a lot of freshly washed laundry. And make my bed. Neatly. And since I was tidying up my bedroom, I thought I’d just should wash the floor as well.
There was a lot going on under my bed. If I’ve had any monsters living there, they probably left the place weeks ago, because of the state of their home. Things that have been lost for a long time, things I had forgot, things my nieces have asked for, a lot of things that should never been mentioned and a lot of dust. I was glad I took this time to get it really cleaned up under there.
When I was finished, I accidentally saw my reflection in a mirror, and remembered the haircure. Well, it seems that those hairmasks that are supposed to stay in your hair for 45 minutes, turns into some kind of cement after a good two hours. I had to stay in the shower for a really long time, and I actually was surprised to see that I had some hair left when I got out.
I finally had my hair wet and straight, I was dressed and my bedroom was all tidy. I thought about cleaning my bathroom as well, but I restrained myself, it was time to get serious about this reading! So I went upstairs and turned my computer on again. And I checked my facebook. It turns out I have 3 friends that have their birthdays today. So I just had to write a small note for two of them. The third one is a much closer friend, so I called her. I was planning on leaving a voicemail, but she answered, and we chatted for a while. When I got off the phone, I realized I was really hungry.
I only made myself a sandwich, no use In wasting valuable study-time on making dinner. I put on the TV and watched the Kardashians while I was eating, and I opened my book the minute Kendal Jenner was finished walking down the runway. Only I was a bit peckish. The one sandwich was not enough, and when I thought about it, food is an essential part of the studying, how can I plan to learn anything if I’m hungry?
Half an hour and one episode of Modern Family later, I was ready to start reading. I did for five minutes, and then I received a text from my friends. They are going away for a week, and I’m going to feed the cat. So I need to go there now, to get instructions and to pick up the key. And maybe a glass of wine, for like my friend says: “You will not stay in studying on a Friday night. Not after a whole day of studying!”
Thank God is Friday! I have the whole weekend to study. Except Sunday, I’ve made plans. And tomorrow is Saturday, so I will do some shopping. But other than that; Only Studying!
Dear New House Owner!
In a few days, I am going to give you the five keys to your new home. Actually, there are six keys, and you will have them all, but the last key is my brother’s, so he’ll bring it to you. I know you are a small, young family, so the six keys will probably feel a bit too much.
I wanted to write this letter to tell you the tale of the six keys. Because when we meet, I expect to smile a lot, and talk a little. Talk as little as possible, smile as much as possible, and deliver the keys.
There are six keys to your new home, because this house has been our family home since 1985, February 1st. I was the only child still living at home when we moved in. I decorated my new room in pink and white, and got to use my brother’s old furniture. My sister-in-law helped me repaint them in white, and I remember how proud I was to put all my books into a bright newly painted shelf.
My brother didn’t need his furniture, because he went to university, and lived in a student dorm the next couple of years. His key will look neutral when you receive it tomorrow, but when he got it from my dad, it was chained to a little, perfect Swiss army knife. I remember feeling a bit jealous of that key ring with the knife, but it was understandable that my brother got it. He was staying away from home for the first time of his life.
My key was on a green key ring witch someone had gotten in the bank. There had been a picture with the bank logo on it, but I managed to open the key ring and change the photo. I had to glue it back together, because it wasn’t meant to open. That’s why I went true my high school years with my key attached to the photo of Morten Harket, the lead singer of the Norwegian band A-ha.
My eldest brother had been out of the home for seven years when we moved. He never used his key, because whenever he and his wife, and later children, came for a visit, he always rang the bell. And my parents were always at home. They knew he was coming.
The forth key had a red bow on it, and eleven month a year it was hanging in the key closet. My sister lived a long way from home, but spent her every summer holiday visiting with her husband and children. They also came for Christmas, as often they could afford it. They hardly used the key, though. My parents were always home when my sister were home, they didn’t want to miss a minute of her time.
My dad was the owner of the only key that had an additional key attached to it, the key to the garage. It’s still hanging from the old key ring he had purchased in Scotland. If you look closely, you can see the A from Aberdeen carved into the leather.
My mom’s key had sparkly rhinestone on the key ring. I remember playing with that key ring, pretending the stones were diamonds for my dolls. She used to keep her key in her handbag, and didn’t use it to much. My dad always had his key available from his pocket, since she searched for hers in all the different rooms of her beautiful handbags.
My student brother used his key over the weekends, when he came to stay with us, to be able to spend time with his friends. He used his key to get in late at night, or early in the morning. I remember my mom always asked when he had arrived, and his answer was constantly two o’clock.
There you have the tale of the six keys, the early years.
Later, some of the keys got more work to do.
The key with a red bow on, were put to more use after my mom got sick. My sister came home on a more frequent basis, and added a trip during autumn and spring. She came with all of the family at Christmas too.
My eldest brother started using his key after my mom continued her life in a wheelchair. My younger brother finished his studies and started working. He kept using his key during the weekend, but not staying out with his friend. When he left the house, it would be to keep my dad company running errands.
When my mom was hospitalized, we all used our keys to fetch what she needed or wanted. And we took turns in helping out with the garden and general things needed done. Since my dad rarely left his wife’s side, we all needed to step up our game. When the grass was cut or the living room was dust-free, we spent a moment on the balcony, admiring the beautiful view.
For the last four years, I’ve had the rhinestone key ring and key in a little box. I found it in mom’s handbag when I emptied it after her funeral.
A couple of months ago, I emptied the key closet after my dad moved into his new apartment. We moved everything he needed to the apartment. And we took care of all the rest. I put the key with the red bow into the same box as the one with the rhinestones.
The last thing we moved out of the house, was moms piano. We stored it in the garage for the night before the moving company came to drive it to my sister in the south of France. That’s why I have my dad’s key, he never asked for it back. I don’t think he want to see the empty house. I don’t think he should. My eldest brother has not been back, either. I have his key.
In a couple of days my brother and I are going to meet with you, and give you our six keys. Along with the keys you’ll get a big house were you can start collecting your memories.
And I’ll keep the box that now contains the several old key rings and one single red bow.
I looked at him
I tried to understand
as my emotions started swim
I noticed the shaking in my hand
I couldn’t breathe
I wouldn’t believe
I wanted to run away
as I suddenly heard
my own strange voice say
“Did you see how the leaves have changed?
Autumn is really coming our way.”
Afterwards I thought that it wasn’t
the worst thing to say!
Poem by : Ellen Gill