Monthly Archives: September 2015

And We’re Live Again

Hello, hello, hello.

I write this while running on approximately 4 hours of sleep, being slightly deaf in one ear with a raspy voice and equally as bad cough. Welcome to year two of university. It feels tremendously good to be back!

I’ve really missed my blog. That feeling of utter dread as I click ‘Publish’ once a week, or thereabouts, was something I started to crave. I have been writing though, on fvdedcollective.com and I will continue to so keep an eye out for me there.

I live on Indomie noodles, it’s all I need. I watch Eastenders in the quaintness of my room because I’m too chicken to go down to the common room. I just finished reading The Martian and now I’m really obsessed with the idea of being stranded on Mars. I went clubbing on a school night and managed to sit through 3 hours of organic chemistry lectures the next morning without feeling the need to gouge my eyes out. It’s all extremely satisfying, this feeling of independence. If I’m not making dinner for myself, no one is. If I don’t wake up on time, I’m missing precious lecture/lab time. If I don’t go grocery shopping, food will not magically appear in the fridge if I open and close it a couple of times. It’s really quiet and it can be unnerving sometimes but I actually love it. I am content.

I’m feeling optimistic about this year. The workload is daunting already but I’m ready for the challenge. My modules even sound so science-y now, I feel like a grown up just saying them (“Where you off to?” “Oh, just going to my Pharmacology and Pharmaceutics lecture.” “Sorry, I can’t hear you, my Organic and Medicinal Chemistry workshop awaits me.”) A lot of the people I couldn’t stand have either left, transferred or become so traumatised by the ordeal of the first year, they are nothing but a mere shadow of themselves which is great for me. I’ll find something else to complain about eventually, that is a given. I feel like this is the one true year where the true grit of university will hit me like a ton of bricks. That gentle massage of first year has been drastically replaced by the harsh and fast reality of second year.

I haven’t really got much to say, which is strange. I always have something to say. But I did say I’d be back in September and a promise is a promise. Um, wow, I’m all out of updates so next week it is.

Yours truly,

Georgina