Confessions of a wannabe QC part 2

Sep

25

So, first week is drawing to a close and I would be a liar if I said I didn't want to make a voodoo doll out of Southern Rail. Between signalling problems, the suicidal and no where near enough carriages for peak time travel, I finally get what all the outrage is about every year when fees go up. I'm beginning to feel like a bona fide commuter. After the devastation of realising you can't take coffee into the library, I have taken the GDL room to become my new uni home, because we have a kettle, and a fridge and a toastie maker. Jealous much? New members of the course keep arriving in their dribs and drabs which is kinda nice, every day is a bit of a surprise in terms of who's gonna turn up next. My reflection on this week is of organised chaos, I'm quite impatient by nature and I want to stop feeling new and like I'm going everywhere with my tail between my legs (dog analogy again.) Getting onto the wifi was a mission... thank God for the IT department as I was coming close to throwing my phone down one of the many (very large) concrete staircases. I swear I am jinxed when it comes to tech, at my last uni it took them 3 days to get the bloody laptop working and of course they'd "never encountered as many difficulties as I'd had." Well, didn't I feel special? Right now I'm sitting in front of one of the law textbooks and frankly, it is the size of a small child and probably weighs every bit as much! I've decided there is no justice in the world if I don't have the physique of a supermodel by the end of this year, what with all of the stairs and the boulder books to carry... I am seriously hopeful for beach season next year! Postgrad life has got off to a flying start and, when I've processed all the information I've been bombraded with over the past few days, I'll get back to you. Over and out...

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