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Nov. 12th, 2005 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI'm going back to Ormskirk in *looks* three hours.
Needless to say, I'm more than a little unhappy about this.
All good things and that.
Roll on the Christmas holidays?
I've just remembered in a sort of horrified manner that I will have four days to do my essay, and I haven't done my Spanish yet. ARGHARGHARGH. Have a nagging feeling that I will be off to the library when I get back to Gatty. ARGLE. Busy busy busy. Wonder if I can justify skiving my lectures?
Probably not, really. Oh dear. Fear my lack of work ethic or something like that. The bastard will get done. After I run around and get my Charlemagne one sorted out properly...
It's been a damned good week, whatever happens, because it ws a break from university. It's worth the massive flailing and panic that next week will entail. I would take this time to write more about, say, the way the light is falling on the courtyard and the chapel outside the window. Maybe about the way that the other colleges looked in the streetlights. The tree outside is dropping leaves. Things like that. But it's very early in the morning and I can never get my head around writing descriptively at the best of times.
Hang about, I know I had something to mention. THE WORLD IS A SMALL AND TINY PLACE WITH ONLY TWELVE PEOPLE IN IT. I don't think I mentioned this, but to begin with, I was walking to Sainsburys to be hailed with a cheerful 'Colleen!' I turned around to discover John waving at me, who lives in Gatty. Okay, he comes from Cambridge, so not too much of a coincidence, but still a little odd. I then discover the tutor who should have my Charlemagne essay is also doing research to Cambridge, although luckily I've not seen her. To finish off the weirdness, we were wandering back from a meal last night (yay for wine!) past Queens' College...
... to encounter someone known as Dave or possibly Boz depending on who you're talking to.
He's the fifth person from college I've seen since leaving Ormskirk and I saw him in Cambridge. The world is a strange and weird place.
But now I have to do my Spanish. And pack. The next time I update, I will be Oop North or possibly in Scotland. The train ride back will be rubbish. I do not like trains. I thought, when I drove down, that would be the worst, but I forgot how much I actually liked to drive. That sounds insane, I know, especially to anyone who read my dreadful agonies with learning how to drive and failing the first time, but driving is such a bloody big achievement for me. Through sheer willpower and spending too much money (there's a reason I was flat stoney broke all last year) I have managed to be able to drive and have a car to do it in. I'm not a particularly bad driver, either. Okay, I have hit gates, fallen into a ditch and also hit a car (luckily there as no one about and no damage so I ran for it) but I've not totalled the car or anything, and it turns out I can drive all the way from St Andrews by myself with no issues other than slight boredom is traffic jams when I can't pick up Radio 1.
At least I can do my Spanish on the train. That's a little tricky at 95mph.
But hell, if someone as uncoordinated and generally useless as me can learn how to drive in under a year than surely doing an entire essay in four days shouldn't be a problem?
~Hathy_Col~
Needless to say, I'm more than a little unhappy about this.
All good things and that.
Roll on the Christmas holidays?
I've just remembered in a sort of horrified manner that I will have four days to do my essay, and I haven't done my Spanish yet. ARGHARGHARGH. Have a nagging feeling that I will be off to the library when I get back to Gatty. ARGLE. Busy busy busy. Wonder if I can justify skiving my lectures?
Probably not, really. Oh dear. Fear my lack of work ethic or something like that. The bastard will get done. After I run around and get my Charlemagne one sorted out properly...
It's been a damned good week, whatever happens, because it ws a break from university. It's worth the massive flailing and panic that next week will entail. I would take this time to write more about, say, the way the light is falling on the courtyard and the chapel outside the window. Maybe about the way that the other colleges looked in the streetlights. The tree outside is dropping leaves. Things like that. But it's very early in the morning and I can never get my head around writing descriptively at the best of times.
Hang about, I know I had something to mention. THE WORLD IS A SMALL AND TINY PLACE WITH ONLY TWELVE PEOPLE IN IT. I don't think I mentioned this, but to begin with, I was walking to Sainsburys to be hailed with a cheerful 'Colleen!' I turned around to discover John waving at me, who lives in Gatty. Okay, he comes from Cambridge, so not too much of a coincidence, but still a little odd. I then discover the tutor who should have my Charlemagne essay is also doing research to Cambridge, although luckily I've not seen her. To finish off the weirdness, we were wandering back from a meal last night (yay for wine!) past Queens' College...
... to encounter someone known as Dave or possibly Boz depending on who you're talking to.
He's the fifth person from college I've seen since leaving Ormskirk and I saw him in Cambridge. The world is a strange and weird place.
But now I have to do my Spanish. And pack. The next time I update, I will be Oop North or possibly in Scotland. The train ride back will be rubbish. I do not like trains. I thought, when I drove down, that would be the worst, but I forgot how much I actually liked to drive. That sounds insane, I know, especially to anyone who read my dreadful agonies with learning how to drive and failing the first time, but driving is such a bloody big achievement for me. Through sheer willpower and spending too much money (there's a reason I was flat stoney broke all last year) I have managed to be able to drive and have a car to do it in. I'm not a particularly bad driver, either. Okay, I have hit gates, fallen into a ditch and also hit a car (luckily there as no one about and no damage so I ran for it) but I've not totalled the car or anything, and it turns out I can drive all the way from St Andrews by myself with no issues other than slight boredom is traffic jams when I can't pick up Radio 1.
At least I can do my Spanish on the train. That's a little tricky at 95mph.
But hell, if someone as uncoordinated and generally useless as me can learn how to drive in under a year than surely doing an entire essay in four days shouldn't be a problem?
~Hathy_Col~
