Time

First day since before FRESHERS WEEK where I don't have somewhere I have to be AT ANY TIME. And I have written a list of things to do that's basically an A4 sheet. All the little things you put off when you're busy. And some work. And all that.

I could go to chapel. I kind of want to, but then it's a huge chunk of the day. I haven't been going this term - I have been once (I've only been here a few weeks, it seems so much longer) but I really want to find somewhere nearer. There is a church a few minutes walk from the house, I need to try that, because I spend so much time on campus. I was there yesterday, and there tomorrow and most of this week. And I have to leave an hour to get there.

I just need a day recharging I think. Time to do all those small things I need to get done, or I'm going to burn out soon.

But now I feel bad because someone asked if I was going to chapel today and well... now I feel like I should. But I wasn't planning on it. Because I want a quiet day. Ahh. I hate myself sometimes and my inability to just say no. But no, I'm not going to go today. I did wake up this morning and think 'It's Sunday, I need to go to Church. But next week. Next week).

First Day

You know how anxious I was about the MA and stuff? Well we had a college day today, where we found stuff out, and got to meet the other people on the course. It almost felt like first day back to school! I met some really lovely, and saw some familar faces too, people on the general English course, and got to hang out with some cool people (including my wonderful friends who are doing this with me) and also to meet the few people on the Creative Writing MA. Which was awesome. Everyone was really nice and they were all awesome. The tutor, who I had come across, but he had never taught me, was awesome too and so encouraging. I'm so excited to start it now! And so glad I get to do it with awesome, friendly people.

It was weird because before today I hadn't really realised that I would be a postgraduate, a master's student, and it was weird when it hit. A postgraduate. Me! Ha! It seems crazy. I never thought I would be, and yet here I am.

It's hard to describe just how I feel about it, and how excited I am and enthuastic about this. I can't quite explain, I'm sorry! I hope you get what I mean from this babble.

Anyway, I'm even more excited about getting started. I don't even mind that I'm doing poetry now. Although I may start moaning in a few weeks... I'm so glad I'm doing this though. It seems so right.

And I got to finish off the day by doing some awesome arty screen printing with some cool kids.