Back to school special

So I’m blogging (does anyone actually use that as a verb these days?) on the tres retro green striped lounge in our living room. Which means I’m actually just typing in a word document because our living room is too enclosed to get the internet. I’m watching the West Wing because I firmly believe that at any given time whatever’s on TV, re-watching West Wing will always be much more entertaining, informative and down right enjoyable. It’s also because I’m trying not to become one of those people who watches Big Brother. You see there’s only one week left and I am in the disturbing position of caring about some of the contestants.

So anyway today was first day back at uni. Well not really ‘day’ given that I had two lectures beginning at 4:15 back to back. The first was philosophy which was pretty cool. The lecturer is very much like one would expect him to be. Very softly spoken and meek, and says “anon” a lot. Next I had history which involved a quick power walk across campus. Which meant I was a little late and slipped in the back of the theatre (I was actually quite impressed that I knew which door to use and didn’t go in the front where everyone sees you and the lecturer glares at you). I was just in time to enjoy a lecture on the importance of actually reading the readings and turning up to tutorials. It was great. It did go on to other topics which was more interesting. I think the lecturer is pretty good if a bit stern, stern can be good.

So basically it was all ok although there was the staggering realisation that work is actually involved in the whole uni thing. Also the stress of not knowing which parts to write down and (in philosophy) having to choose between understanding the point and writing down the point. It was nice to see some uni people again. Particularly the cool gay guy from my American history tute last semester who was really nice and chatty who I thought didn’t actually like me very much. He’s in my creative writing lecture and said we should sit together. Yay!

So (and do note that all my paragraphs have begun with ‘so’ - just as well I’m doing creative writing this semester) even though I was only at uni for two hours I actually feel exhausted now. It’s a bit concerning as I have three hours tomorrow (starting at 9!) and probably work in the afternoon.