Hear Me Out
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Hear Me Out

In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States.

So I got a lot of hate/criticism from so many places (how people find me on facebook is still beyond me) about the “Hate. School.”-post. Flickr, Facebook, comment section, digg, reddit. None of you seemed to read the disclaimer. I’m not justifying my lack of interest in school by showposting Gates, Zuckerberg and Jobs as poster children saying all drop-outs are successful. Far from it.

But just the same, your emphasis on the education system is not justified by bashing my view. Which is just that – another point of view. It’s not the absolute truth. And of course there are jobs that require degrees and masters that are near-impossible to get regardless of good contacts and self-marketing (hello, neurosurgeons). Many of you wrote that I have no idea how people look down on you when you haven’t finished school. The truth is – I’m learning to not care about those people. And you should too.

“You want to blog professionally, you eat more than horses, you never work-out, you’re building a school, you go with your emotions, you don’t study… You think you’re going places with that, kid?”.

Yes, actually.

The future is not written in stone, this I know – however – I’ve learned more this past year from blogging, travelling and dreaming than I have in years of schooling. More about myself, the world and the unquestioned rules we set for ourselves. The theory we learn in school are hard if not impossible to implement in day-to-day life. We learn how to bend verbs and adjectives. We learn how to read graphs and charts.

But when you’re in Spain and the police-officer is interrogating you in a rough mallorcan accent – how will you deal? When you’re given a time-frame to draw an intricate diagram of the costs of fundraising for your school – how will you deal?

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EL CLÁSICO: 1 Year Ago
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EL CLÁSICO: 1 Year Ago

In Barcelona, Cataluña, Spain.

This day feels holy.

It was on this day we won 5-0.

It was on this day that I broke into the Camp Nou.

Bought my first Barcelona tee and scarf there. (Number 7 shirt ;) )

Still can’t believe I was there.

At Barcelona Airport (El Prat)

In Barcelona City

I thought I had a valid electronic ticket – turned out I didn’t. What was a Barcelona-fan to do?

Spend her days in Barcelona looking at the Camp Nou to understand how it was built, in order to break into it.

Success!

Nostalgia :) My first Barcelona-ticket.

Btw, for those of you who don’t know… Two days later I met Johan Cruyff at the airport. Lucky girl? I know ;)

I was flying to Zürich and so was he :)

Hope to see the city of legends soon.