So, it’s been a while. Not that I have a huge audience waiting with bated breath, but thought I’d update all four of you anyway.
University is full on. Whoever said “first year doesn’t count, just enjoy yourself” was lying, or they’re one of those annoying people who get Firsts hungover. Second semester is really pushing the work-life balance, so I’m avoiding both by blogging. Practical solutions.
I was hospitalised with Tonsillitis and Glandular Fever two days before I was due to go back to uni, and a week before my semester 1 final submissions and my January exams. Physically I need painkillers and rest, but mentally I was spiralling.
I’ll skip over the boring paperwork and copious amounts of proof I needed to be treated like a human, and take you up to now. I’ve started semester 2, loving my modules and still trying to find my balance. I managed to pass semester 1 with a 2:1, but now face the impending doom of first assignment deadlines all over again. Year 13 Lizzy really had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Reflecting on the change from Year 13 to University is a strange one. On a positive note, I achieved the one thing I spent 2 years studying for, but it’s also turned out to be so different to what I expected. I’m not so much disillusioned, but surprised as to how I’ve changed in the space of 4 months. Hopefully the next big change will be commitment to this blog.
Sorry for the veiled excuses and the pithy pseudo-reflective musings. I’ve watched a few films and read a few books, so pointless reviews to follow.