The school is not so great anylonger. When we were focussed in writing it was great, when we were doing the newspaper, it could've been better. Everybody always "forgot" there needed to be photos, so I would sit for days and not do anything, and when dealine approached I would be stressed because I had to do 20 things all at once. And now we're doing live picture, and I can't wrap my head around it. I keep thinking like a still photographer, and how I should shoot the photographs.

And this story I've got. I can't really commit to it, I don't see the value of it. Personally I wouldn't listen when it came on, on the news. It's about cruiseships and how they dock on weekends after shops have closed, so the tourists don't rub out to see the town and buy things left and right.

I wish we were still doing the papers, even though the organisation sucked, I knew what i was doing. Now i just feel lost and don't really know what to do. I keep thinking in paper mode, and that I can just do the interview over the phone or e-mail, but then I think that we're doing tv and then I get lost and don't know what to do. The whole transpoetation thing, and being alone with the story, I just don't feel anything for this project.

I've begun to hate the school actully. The whole partying every damn thursday, friday and saturday, and the not thinking of the people that don't want to party. I hate the egotistical people of the school that only think of themselves and what they want. Nobody thinks of the ill girl in her room that wants to sleep. They just party on for hours and hours with the music at full volume.
I just HAD to get home! Had to get away! It was like heaven and now I'm counting the days till I go home again (10 days and counting). I've even lengthened my next hometrip, with a day. So I won't be back till monday around lunch. Next time I go home, I'll even have the appartment all to myself one night, because my parents are in Roskilde having a christmas lunch with my uncle. I can't wait to get home.