AALBORG UNIVERSITY
When difference become the strength There I was. Sitting in unmatching socks from Nike and Kappa and discolored sneakers in a state that could look like they had just been through the lifetime of a marathon runner. With a bad excuse for a tote bag and a homemade bowl cut. The first day. University life has begun. Right there by the long tables at Gammeltorv. Nervous. That is several years ago now. Allow me to introduce you to the monologue that went through my head this particular morning:
the jester and earlier times halal hippies envious. The color equilibrist Anne Marie Helger would without a doubt be impressed. But what is it that triggered my nervousness? It was the thought of being different. It is well known that it can be beneficial to pounder at other peoples’ thoughts when your own are a mess.
“Why the hell did you decide to wear that patched up cotton heirloom of a trenchcoat? They are sitting there in their nice slim fit jeans and form fitted blazers like the icing on a very aesthetic cake. Just the right proportion of upper arms and a well arranged smile that combined it all into perfection. What were you thinking?!”
So I did. They look sharp, like they are ready for anything, but somewhere deep down there must be a nervousness too. The thought of standing out. As the day went on I encountered bipolar disorder. I met the turner syndrome. Different variations of body types. I also encountered the black and white dress up as well as the more colorful dressed. The difference made the group that was heading out to hear the rector’s welcome speech and by hearing this, the study life officially began.
Sitting there in the study life’s rendezvous point with a solid mounted bowl cut on the head. With clothes that would make both
As the months passed by, and the starting nervousness was on the retreat, it also became clear that the difference was the one forming us
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