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hathycolI don't feel especially well. Tonsillitus is, apparently, more contagious than expected.
*dies*
Typically, lectures started today. I had to go and enrol in Spanish for Beginners and Modern History, which was... it felt insane. Booklist is enough to terrify anyone. Okay, it's one course booklet (£10!!) and two books (not even looked at the price yet) but there is a REALLY REALLY LONG LIST of stuff they suggest you read. Spanish also has a book, and I need to get a dictionary. The mediaeval history lecture isn't until tomorrow (10AM BY GOD) but I have a nagging feeling that the workload will be immense for that end.
Deep end, much? I should be doing something productive with my time, but now I just want to curl up in bed with a cup of tea and ignore the scariness of university.
I mean, it's not all scary. Believe it or not, I'm actually looking at the course list with some interest - the lectures actually sound fascinating and if I put some work into it then I think that Spanish will be interesting, too. The teacher seemed lovely, which is always a bonus. I just haven't actually touched any academic work other than revision since April, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm actually good enough for this. Maybe I should run away to Antigua with the proceeds of my student loan.
Speak of the devil, that hasn't shown up yet either. Money is not currently an issue, as I have more than enough to get books and to feed myself, but I do not have enough for the next month, given that I have to pay my rent and part of my fees.
I'm just bone-tired at the moment, and feeling ill, and I know I have to do my laundry (and possibly the washing up, as it won't get done otherwise), and just entirely bewildered by the entire thing.
Last night, we went to the beach and watched the stars (and, y'know, the planes from the RAF base too) wheel overhead as the sea lapped against the shore. Despite being somewhat cold, it was lovely anyway. I've still not been to the beach in the daytime.
I took him to the train station before my first lecture and sped back. Now the room smells of him but feels empty. It's horrible and I don't like feeling like this on top of the generic bewilderingness. I may be tired, but it's going to be hard to sleep, I think. It's a minimum of two weeks before there will be visiting again.
Right. What shall I do tonight? Fencing with Lisa or audition for Angels in America with Sarah? Choices, choices.
*meanders off to laundry pile*
~Hathy_Col~
*dies*
Typically, lectures started today. I had to go and enrol in Spanish for Beginners and Modern History, which was... it felt insane. Booklist is enough to terrify anyone. Okay, it's one course booklet (£10!!) and two books (not even looked at the price yet) but there is a REALLY REALLY LONG LIST of stuff they suggest you read. Spanish also has a book, and I need to get a dictionary. The mediaeval history lecture isn't until tomorrow (10AM BY GOD) but I have a nagging feeling that the workload will be immense for that end.
Deep end, much? I should be doing something productive with my time, but now I just want to curl up in bed with a cup of tea and ignore the scariness of university.
I mean, it's not all scary. Believe it or not, I'm actually looking at the course list with some interest - the lectures actually sound fascinating and if I put some work into it then I think that Spanish will be interesting, too. The teacher seemed lovely, which is always a bonus. I just haven't actually touched any academic work other than revision since April, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm actually good enough for this. Maybe I should run away to Antigua with the proceeds of my student loan.
Speak of the devil, that hasn't shown up yet either. Money is not currently an issue, as I have more than enough to get books and to feed myself, but I do not have enough for the next month, given that I have to pay my rent and part of my fees.
I'm just bone-tired at the moment, and feeling ill, and I know I have to do my laundry (and possibly the washing up, as it won't get done otherwise), and just entirely bewildered by the entire thing.
Last night, we went to the beach and watched the stars (and, y'know, the planes from the RAF base too) wheel overhead as the sea lapped against the shore. Despite being somewhat cold, it was lovely anyway. I've still not been to the beach in the daytime.
I took him to the train station before my first lecture and sped back. Now the room smells of him but feels empty. It's horrible and I don't like feeling like this on top of the generic bewilderingness. I may be tired, but it's going to be hard to sleep, I think. It's a minimum of two weeks before there will be visiting again.
Right. What shall I do tonight? Fencing with Lisa or audition for Angels in America with Sarah? Choices, choices.
*meanders off to laundry pile*
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-09-26 08:41 pm (UTC)Heh, washing up ... nobody really needs clean plates, do they? :) Hope you feel better soon.
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Date: 2005-09-26 08:42 pm (UTC)Yes! We need clean plates! Six people, teeny tiny kitchen, it's HIDEOUS!
... it is so obvious I worked as a cleaner over the summer. I cannot abide a dirty kitchen.
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