They think it's all over...
...But it's not really. Or rather it sort of is - it's all rather confusing frankly.
The point of all this inanity is that today is the last day spent living up in Birmingham at uni before I go home for the summer. It's a hugely surreal experience - this time last year I went home as soon as I finished by exams because I didn't like my housemates and I had nothing to stay here for - this year is totally different. Not only do I get on with my housemates, but I've spent the last month working non-stop doing stuff for Burn and obviously there's been one very significant reason for staying up as long as possible.
As much as it suprises me, I almost don't want to go home; 3 months is a long time to be away from everyone I know at uni - I know I've been away from home at uni for longer, but it's really not the same thing somehow. I say 3 months, but I'll be back in August/September to retake the 3 modules that I failed (27%, 35%, 37%) so it's only really 2 months plus a couple of weeks between the end of my retakes and the start of the new year at the beginning of October. It still just doesn't feel right at all and I've actually been getting worryingly emotional about the whole thing - it's like having no control over what happens in your life while being acutely aware of everything you do (or fail to do), no matter what you do you can't seem to get things to work out the way you want them too..
On a lighter note, I went to see this comedy play with Antonia on Tuesday night at The Rep - Noises Off - and it was brilliant, fantastic way to spend 2 hours and I don't think I've laughed so hard in a very long time. Sadly it's virtually at the end of its run, just Leeds and Cheltenham left - go see it if you can.
Apologies for the prevelence of hyphens in this post but I'm in a very hyphenated mood tonight.
Spad.
The point of all this inanity is that today is the last day spent living up in Birmingham at uni before I go home for the summer. It's a hugely surreal experience - this time last year I went home as soon as I finished by exams because I didn't like my housemates and I had nothing to stay here for - this year is totally different. Not only do I get on with my housemates, but I've spent the last month working non-stop doing stuff for Burn and obviously there's been one very significant reason for staying up as long as possible.
As much as it suprises me, I almost don't want to go home; 3 months is a long time to be away from everyone I know at uni - I know I've been away from home at uni for longer, but it's really not the same thing somehow. I say 3 months, but I'll be back in August/September to retake the 3 modules that I failed (27%, 35%, 37%) so it's only really 2 months plus a couple of weeks between the end of my retakes and the start of the new year at the beginning of October. It still just doesn't feel right at all and I've actually been getting worryingly emotional about the whole thing - it's like having no control over what happens in your life while being acutely aware of everything you do (or fail to do), no matter what you do you can't seem to get things to work out the way you want them too..
On a lighter note, I went to see this comedy play with Antonia on Tuesday night at The Rep - Noises Off - and it was brilliant, fantastic way to spend 2 hours and I don't think I've laughed so hard in a very long time. Sadly it's virtually at the end of its run, just Leeds and Cheltenham left - go see it if you can.
Apologies for the prevelence of hyphens in this post but I'm in a very hyphenated mood tonight.
Spad.
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