that's what you get...

Last term, during my period of utter frustration, I chose to do English as a foreign language this term. This felt like an easy option, after all I have spent 7 years of my school career, studying in English and lived several years in an Anglophone country. Wouldn’t it be nice to just have two hours of something easy and amusing? Besides, some creativity would be a good balance to the normal academic writing I would have to do in some of my other courses.

Before being able to do a language course, I had to do a level test. This, did not scare me too much as I was sure I would be put on to the highest level and thus could choose a literature class or study something politics related or what ever else that takes my fancy. I then looked through the list of options and first picked out few that sounded the best – “Devil’s Wine a Sampler”, caught my eye and fitted my timetable perfectly. This course was also taught by a native speaker so it would be perfect.

When I then arrived to the class for the first time I sat in a room listening to an older Irish gentleman, who had a background in marketing. Now, he was at Sciences Po to teach English Poetry. POETRY. I hate poetry. Well, I don’t really hate it but it definitely is not on the top of my list or preferred styles of writing/literature. Besides, it is extremely difficult. So, when I was asked why I had chosen that particular class I had to admit that I fell for the description – I fell for the catchy title, which could only be created by someone specialised in marketing.

After the first two hours and a poem by Robert Frost I was convinced that this course would indeed be rather interesting. At least, it would be something new. And, the teacher was excellent. When it comes to the easy credit – forget about it.