last week was hectic. the national biology contest took place in brasov, with its ups and downs like always. however, this year’s edition seemed somehow better organised, due to its lack of organisation :)ok, just let me explain…
we were supposed to be hosted by some technical schools, the kind with some sort of a campus. the problem they did not think about, at all, was that there were pupils here, from the moldavian republic, who couldn’t get home during holiday due to their political issues. and so we arrived at a kinder garden. but all the bad is for the better, right? because now, unlike any other year, we had clean baths and fresh meals. needless to say, there were many those who complained. “the beds are too small, and we get to sleep on the floor eventually”, “the chairs are so little, that we cannot possibly sit” – to my way of thinking, one who had gotten before all the way to the nationals, could be nothing but grateful – we slept on the floor, yet we had no cockroaches on our pillows and the useful source of penicillin – the mold – was completely absent. this part of my post is for those who’ve complained – we know we cannot get luxury; be glad for the lack of dirt!
back to my topic, i feel i should reinforce my previous post, with a serious vow never to bore you again with biology 🙂 – there’s nothing feeling better than a job well done. the range of emotions was wide, incredibly wide. i’ve passed through determined focus (needed for re-reading the 8 alternative text-books…8…and alternative has its exact meaning, because they are all offering different opinions on certain topics), impossibility to sleep, a huge, enormous and monumental hole in my stomach, all the way to impatience, calm, fear, waiting and finally joy.
i know, it’s much, it’s extremely much – and that is what happens to you once you really get to love a certain thing. it wasn’t just an ordinary contest. and that quote all grown-ups tell you? “it doesn’t matter whether you win or not, entering the contest is enough”? it never really is, is it? no…you cannot really stand working and studying and then someone stealing your prise. it’s not about that funny little amount of money they give, not even about the diplomas – it’s all about you. because here comes the greatest part of them all – excitement. the moment you realise you’ve come all the way up, gone as far as you can and that it wasn’t for nothing. you gain trust in yourself, you are fulfilled with your own, personal merit, and nothing could possibly beat that.
just tell me…can you find something greater for yourself than gathering together the pay-offs of your hard, continuous, passionate working?
simplicate 