With my return from Lithuania began the new semester, and after my nightmares of the art history classes, I've made sure to stay as far away from such topics as possible. Instead, I'm taking several classes on EU policies and politics as well as a class on globalization's impact on youth psychology and a class about food in cultures, the latter being a bit of a disappointment as there's no real eating involved in the curriculum (haha). I've gotten a new flatmate from Romania who's quite the extravert, and for a couple weeks I had a new roommate from Turkey before he moved out to live with his friend. I've also met tons of new exchange students in my classes from all over; Greece, Korea, Australia, Germany, etc. Ironically I also met a student from Lithuania and we lamented together over the lack of varškės sūrelis in Poland (and, for that matter, the rest of the world).
My Ukrainian friend, who's quite the nerd and intellectual himself, had recently obsessed over emulators. It all started with my reminiscing of playing the Sega Dreamcast and Gamecube as a child. After hearing this, he soon downloaded a Dreamcast emulator on his computer and we spent hours and hours playing Soul Calibur one Saturday night together with my flatmates. I got so into the game that I actually had lost my voice the following morning. From there he got Soul Calibur II for Gamecube and yet again we played endless hours together. My best character was Sophitia, a Greek warrior-girl wielding a blue shield and sword, and with her I was able to nettle my flatmates and friends to no end executing amazing combos. After a while, however, we grew tired of the game and haven't touched it in about a week now.
I think it started around the talk about the Dreamcast that I really started to develop a feeling of yearning. My parents recently moved out of the house I had lived in for most of my teenage years and as a child, although my room had already been 'remodeled' into a cross between an animal room and storage by the time I moved to Poland for college. From this stemmed a yearning for home, my childhood, and the faded memories I had once lived. And with this yearning came a strange craving for musics I had heard when I was a child, most of them in English (I've rarely listened to music in English over the years due to my obsession with learning and discovering foreign languages). I rediscovered bands from my dark ages in middle school such as My Chemical Romance and AFI, other bands that my dad had on his iPod when I was little (Pink Floyd, the Beatles, Queen, Kansas, etc.) and simply miscellaneous songs I used to like before I had discovered Korean and Japanese music for the first time all those years ago. I even began watching films in English starting with Big Fish, then Studio Ghibli films, and eventually watching films such as Frankenstein (1931) and It's a Wonderful Life (1946). There's one thing I've been constantly reminded of from this and collectively over the past few years, and it's that English itself has an endless amount of amazing culture to offer that I shouldn't neglect; English is just as valid of a language as any foreign language out there.