I've been at uni for over 2 weeks now, but i still feel out of routine. I know it's because it's something new and i just need to get used to it, but at the moment, i feel all over the place. Once an organised ocd freak, now an untidy student who's bedroom looks like a 5 day bender has gone on in my room. (it is now clean, may i add). I'm also in a 'can't be bothered' mood which isn't the best, considering i'm paying £9000 a year for the privilege of studying here. My room and life is starting to at least look organised, and i have tried to keep as up to date with my posts as i can, but sadly, it has been neglected once again. It isn't even because i've been out partying every night either! I've had a 'busy' first week of lectures and my brain is confused with the amount of 'assignments' i will eventually have to do, and the amount of work that is to come. I'm also still trying to find my way around campus and was late to my shorthand lecture the other day, needless to say, i set off in enough time to get there too, but still failed! One thing that is torturing me though, is the fact that I haven't been fully shopping in weeks. I did have a cheeky shop in topshop today (the first time since i've been here, i may add!!) and bought myself a top in the sale for a tenner. There were so many temptations, but until my accomodation has gone out of my bank account next week, i am trying to keep a level head on what i need and what i don't need.
On another note, university is SCARY. There is so much talk of journalism being a 'competitive career' (which i already knew), but since being here, i really had no idea exactly how hard you had to push just to get your name known and the shockingly small yearly salary that doing journalism as a career produces. But it's about the passion, right? I'm sat here feeling rather pleased with myself that my bathroom and bedroom are all clean and tidy and trying to work out what to wear to a UV paint party this evening. Although a boiler suit is granted on entry (sexy) to stop your clothes being destroyed by paint, i still have no idea what to wear underneath my 'suit'. With less than 4 hours to go, I still have a very long list of things to do, mainly including deciphering many sentences in 'the wonderful world of shorthand'. If you ask me, it's a load of symbols.
I can hear Rita Ora being blasted from a flat across the way and some very loud singing is accompanied with it, at least someone's enjoying themselves in this crazy new world.
On another note, university is SCARY. There is so much talk of journalism being a 'competitive career' (which i already knew), but since being here, i really had no idea exactly how hard you had to push just to get your name known and the shockingly small yearly salary that doing journalism as a career produces. But it's about the passion, right? I'm sat here feeling rather pleased with myself that my bathroom and bedroom are all clean and tidy and trying to work out what to wear to a UV paint party this evening. Although a boiler suit is granted on entry (sexy) to stop your clothes being destroyed by paint, i still have no idea what to wear underneath my 'suit'. With less than 4 hours to go, I still have a very long list of things to do, mainly including deciphering many sentences in 'the wonderful world of shorthand'. If you ask me, it's a load of symbols.
I can hear Rita Ora being blasted from a flat across the way and some very loud singing is accompanied with it, at least someone's enjoying themselves in this crazy new world.
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