Andreea Babiuc

Between m1gla problem sheets and emotions from the upcoming exam in 4 hours, I  still have the time to listen to the new The Killers album .  A particular song finds its echo in my mind.
and it makes me think about my own “dustland fairytale”. about my own ” kind of slick chrome american prince” and my own “blue jeans serenade” that sometimes is just grey.  grey from being too old, too sick , too conscious of the reality that surrounds me. A reality in which my moon river just cannot be mine.

One thing I noticed at JMC people from my year is that everything here is upside down. (And don’t get me wrong, I do love being a JMC!) From guys wearing pink and girls loving cars and playstation games to the fact that the only ones that still believe in love are the male part of the course. But due to the fact that guys outnumber us, at least romanticism is on the positive scale, even though girls firmly believe that romanticism nowadays is just dead..

Is it the process of admission that selected us to be like that? Is this a necessary “skill’ to become a good scientist?
I’ve seen relationships between JMC ppl and they seemed as normal as others, and maybe only my doors of perception are twisted in a way that i can’t open myself to what’s beautiful inside, even though I search for beauty everywhere.  maybe i don’t like ordinary or i think that i don’t like it cause i’m too afraid i actually might like it.

But maybe some other Killers song could express better what I need, even if I don’t know what else than what i have it would suit me better right now…
so ” now hold on, I’m not looking for sweet talk, i’m looking for time”.

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