Last night, I had a nightmare in which I was forces to study in Växjö instead of Lund (Vanja, I think this is because I saw your pictures from Växjö before I went to bed). I woke up confused and knew for once and all that I really wanted to stay in Lund. And then, riding my bike home in the morning, 9-ish, I get a phonecall. It's the designteacher from Växjö. Go figure. He says that I now have a place in their class (I was number 4 on the reservlist).
What a bunch of punks! Schoolstart is three days away. And now, they tell me I can come. Phhff. For once I could tell them NO instead of hearing the no word from them over and over. I'm good were I am.