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hathycol*flops in. Head falls upon keyboard*
I say with a certain matter of pride that I completed my first day of college on a grand totla of four hours sleep. I thank you.
Okay, lets try and put this in a logical order, okay?
They day before at 6.45 (egads) where I woke up suddenly and figured that it made sense to just get up instead of sleeping for fifteen minutes. Somehow, I managed to be ready for 7.45, where I cheerfully rolled out of the house. It was cold. And empty. Walking through Ormskirk town centre where nothing is open in very, very disconcerting. And I was the first one at the bus station. Eeeep!
So, everyone turns up and we all roll onto the bus at 8.10 in a large group of terrifed silence. We were all a. shattered and b. nervous. We all sit there, gently mentioning that "I'm a bit nervous, you?" "Ooooh, I like your jeans" etc. When we actually get to the college (and it's a loooooong way), we all toddle into the very, very busy main foyer. Very, very busy. We get shunted along to fill out forms and whatnot, and first moment of unadulterated joy- Jess and me were in the same tutor group! Hurrah! There was much jumping up and down, I will admit.
All the schools sat in large clumps, St Bedes being no exception. We all got leadoff into tutur groups, and my personal tutor (ladida indeed) is a slightly mad woman called Fran. I am in a form with some weirdo from Maharishi (the school that teaches meditation. Really.) and a lot of other girls that I don't know. We have a little thingie lesson (like form, but not) before getting our timetables.
So, for those that care:
Block 1= Media Studies (with Jess and Andrea! Wheeeeeee!)
Block 2= 17th Century history (with Day and a really mad teacher! Wheeeee!)
Block 3= Free
Block 4= English Language (all by myseeeeeellllllffffffff)
Block 5= Politics (with James Dale. Yes, the old Head Boy. And a really, reall mad teacher. Wheeee!)
So, off I toddle to Media Studies, slightly late since I had to have my "Personal Learning Plan" interview (twas crap) in which we were told all about the course and given homework- a set of questions. Joy. I could answer all the TV ones without thinking. Worrying.
Then it was break. Cue much huddling around going "it's so big!"
Then off I toddle to History. Which was... odd. The teacher is mental. we get the same old "what is the course about?" thing, as well as a note of kings and queens, and sudden, random, 5 minute lesson on Prince Rupert and Charles 2 ("The king of Lurve, don't you know." "Huh?") And more homework- find each and every Tudor and Stuart monarch (easy) as well as six facts about Henry VII. Oh, yay.
Then free time, which was used to teach us all about the joy of the library and how to use.
Then lunch. The food was good. I am not used to this, and it may take me time to acclimatise.
Then off I wander to English Language. This was scary- a whole classroom of people who didn't actually know anyone else. We all sat in deathly silence. I let slip about fanfic, and managed to get grilled on it for 5 humiliating minutes, before we got yes, you guessed it, homework. It involves a short, satirical look at ourselves in 5 points with some kind of picture. I think I may love English already.
Finally, politics. I also think I may love this subject, too. The teacher is several bricks short of a tonne, and she went off on random tangents about the Royal family, why the Daily Mail was crap and other stuff. It made us all quite relaxed, and we actually talked as a class. It's a shame that next time I go in, everything will be multiplied by three, since only a third of new students were actually in.
Politics over-ran a bit, and resulted in me running around trying to find my bus before spotting it. Much joy to the world, I actually went home on a bus with a LOTR advert! We were all a lot noisier, too.
Then it all went a bit wahoonie-shaped. You may remember Roisin, who I confessed all to at the Leavers Do. She is also going to Winstanley. She decided to reveal all to the various lads on the bus. My logic has always been that I'm not going to hide who or what I am, so when someone asked me directly "Are you gay?" I said, quite simply, "Yes."
I won't go into graphic details, but blokes are so immature it's rather scary. However, the kerfuffle was dying down before the end of the bus ride, so hopefully no one will comment again. It's STUPID. I can't believe all the hassle over it. And you know what I just realised? Roisin is a bitch, a highly attractive, repressed lesbian bitch, but a bitch nevertheless.
So, it took the tarnish of my shiny happy day slightly, but at the same time, it's all a bit overwhelming. I was sitting there is shock at times, a sort of "Nah, this can't be my education they're talking about surely?" I'm going to college, and it's only just sunk in. Funfunfun.
And now I shall go and watch American Gothic, and then I will collapse in bed. It's only just dawned on me that I've only had four hours sleep, and now I'm suffering...
~Hathy_Col~
I say with a certain matter of pride that I completed my first day of college on a grand totla of four hours sleep. I thank you.
Okay, lets try and put this in a logical order, okay?
They day before at 6.45 (egads) where I woke up suddenly and figured that it made sense to just get up instead of sleeping for fifteen minutes. Somehow, I managed to be ready for 7.45, where I cheerfully rolled out of the house. It was cold. And empty. Walking through Ormskirk town centre where nothing is open in very, very disconcerting. And I was the first one at the bus station. Eeeep!
So, everyone turns up and we all roll onto the bus at 8.10 in a large group of terrifed silence. We were all a. shattered and b. nervous. We all sit there, gently mentioning that "I'm a bit nervous, you?" "Ooooh, I like your jeans" etc. When we actually get to the college (and it's a loooooong way), we all toddle into the very, very busy main foyer. Very, very busy. We get shunted along to fill out forms and whatnot, and first moment of unadulterated joy- Jess and me were in the same tutor group! Hurrah! There was much jumping up and down, I will admit.
All the schools sat in large clumps, St Bedes being no exception. We all got leadoff into tutur groups, and my personal tutor (ladida indeed) is a slightly mad woman called Fran. I am in a form with some weirdo from Maharishi (the school that teaches meditation. Really.) and a lot of other girls that I don't know. We have a little thingie lesson (like form, but not) before getting our timetables.
So, for those that care:
Block 1= Media Studies (with Jess and Andrea! Wheeeeeee!)
Block 2= 17th Century history (with Day and a really mad teacher! Wheeeee!)
Block 3= Free
Block 4= English Language (all by myseeeeeellllllffffffff)
Block 5= Politics (with James Dale. Yes, the old Head Boy. And a really, reall mad teacher. Wheeee!)
So, off I toddle to Media Studies, slightly late since I had to have my "Personal Learning Plan" interview (twas crap) in which we were told all about the course and given homework- a set of questions. Joy. I could answer all the TV ones without thinking. Worrying.
Then it was break. Cue much huddling around going "it's so big!"
Then off I toddle to History. Which was... odd. The teacher is mental. we get the same old "what is the course about?" thing, as well as a note of kings and queens, and sudden, random, 5 minute lesson on Prince Rupert and Charles 2 ("The king of Lurve, don't you know." "Huh?") And more homework- find each and every Tudor and Stuart monarch (easy) as well as six facts about Henry VII. Oh, yay.
Then free time, which was used to teach us all about the joy of the library and how to use.
Then lunch. The food was good. I am not used to this, and it may take me time to acclimatise.
Then off I wander to English Language. This was scary- a whole classroom of people who didn't actually know anyone else. We all sat in deathly silence. I let slip about fanfic, and managed to get grilled on it for 5 humiliating minutes, before we got yes, you guessed it, homework. It involves a short, satirical look at ourselves in 5 points with some kind of picture. I think I may love English already.
Finally, politics. I also think I may love this subject, too. The teacher is several bricks short of a tonne, and she went off on random tangents about the Royal family, why the Daily Mail was crap and other stuff. It made us all quite relaxed, and we actually talked as a class. It's a shame that next time I go in, everything will be multiplied by three, since only a third of new students were actually in.
Politics over-ran a bit, and resulted in me running around trying to find my bus before spotting it. Much joy to the world, I actually went home on a bus with a LOTR advert! We were all a lot noisier, too.
Then it all went a bit wahoonie-shaped. You may remember Roisin, who I confessed all to at the Leavers Do. She is also going to Winstanley. She decided to reveal all to the various lads on the bus. My logic has always been that I'm not going to hide who or what I am, so when someone asked me directly "Are you gay?" I said, quite simply, "Yes."
I won't go into graphic details, but blokes are so immature it's rather scary. However, the kerfuffle was dying down before the end of the bus ride, so hopefully no one will comment again. It's STUPID. I can't believe all the hassle over it. And you know what I just realised? Roisin is a bitch, a highly attractive, repressed lesbian bitch, but a bitch nevertheless.
So, it took the tarnish of my shiny happy day slightly, but at the same time, it's all a bit overwhelming. I was sitting there is shock at times, a sort of "Nah, this can't be my education they're talking about surely?" I'm going to college, and it's only just sunk in. Funfunfun.
And now I shall go and watch American Gothic, and then I will collapse in bed. It's only just dawned on me that I've only had four hours sleep, and now I'm suffering...
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2003-09-02 02:44 am (UTC)