Yes I know it's May and not December/January but for all students the year begins in September and ends in May or June. Those few months in between are a limbo, precious time to be used wisely. And it seems like mine may be a busy few.
I have a friend coming to visit near the end of June, before she disappears back to the U S of A. And another friend has just enquired as to whether he could come visit too. What with visitors and trying to keep my cool in a job where I have to deal with my least favourite type of people - tourists - it should be an entertaining summer. Good thing I have my nephews to releave the boredom.
Today has been a scary day. I handed in my final piece of work for my second year at uni at about 12:10 this afternoon. It feels strange. I dont feel like I've gone through two whole years of study, yet I know I have accomplished something. I'm two thirds through my degree, and I still don't know what to do once I finish. Suggestions welcome.
Tuesday 22 May 2007
Monday 21 May 2007
Mia's Story - a work in progress
Mia was the girl everyone knew and everyone liked. She had a kind word and a shoulder to cry on for anyone that needed her. She could never say no to a friend and packed her free time with sociable meetings. Yet Mia was the girl everyone forgot.
She could talk to almost anyone, anywhere – a trait she inherited from her grandmother – meaning, she knew people in every walk of life. Where her parents and siblings knew the people in their small, middle-class mostly white town Mia knew people of all races, colours, nationalities and cultures. Her closest friends thought it was just her way; her friendly nature getting her out in the world. She knew the real reason – she was yearning to belong.
As a child Mia always felt slightly odd and she lived under different titles – the New Girl {she earned that one a number of times, finally settling in a school when she was ten}; the Nerd {Maths and English came easy to her}; Teachers Pet {was it her fault adults liked her?}. As she got older titles followed her, though they changed from time to time – the Hippie {she liked bright colours and flowers}; the suck-up {another version of teachers pet}; and the Sober One {her friends all drank before legal age, she waited until a year or so after}. These titles themselves never really bothered her, she believed it was just the other kids way of expressing themselves. So she expressed herself in a more unique manner and it got her nicknames – at least she was being true to herself, right?
Throughout her teenage years Mia always had a large group of friends, though she spent a lot of time debating with herself if they really were that. When there were parties or events organised, or cinema trips planned she was often left out until the last minute, if invited at all. Gradually she began to feel unwanted, and would occasionally make excuses not to go on the times she was invited.
She could talk to almost anyone, anywhere – a trait she inherited from her grandmother – meaning, she knew people in every walk of life. Where her parents and siblings knew the people in their small, middle-class mostly white town Mia knew people of all races, colours, nationalities and cultures. Her closest friends thought it was just her way; her friendly nature getting her out in the world. She knew the real reason – she was yearning to belong.
As a child Mia always felt slightly odd and she lived under different titles – the New Girl {she earned that one a number of times, finally settling in a school when she was ten}; the Nerd {Maths and English came easy to her}; Teachers Pet {was it her fault adults liked her?}. As she got older titles followed her, though they changed from time to time – the Hippie {she liked bright colours and flowers}; the suck-up {another version of teachers pet}; and the Sober One {her friends all drank before legal age, she waited until a year or so after}. These titles themselves never really bothered her, she believed it was just the other kids way of expressing themselves. So she expressed herself in a more unique manner and it got her nicknames – at least she was being true to herself, right?
Throughout her teenage years Mia always had a large group of friends, though she spent a lot of time debating with herself if they really were that. When there were parties or events organised, or cinema trips planned she was often left out until the last minute, if invited at all. Gradually she began to feel unwanted, and would occasionally make excuses not to go on the times she was invited.
Ain't life funny?
So I guess I spoke too soon. Only a matter of days after I wrote that last post the boy broke up with me. Something to do with not feeling a spark and feeling regretful because he really wanted to, but didn't. C'est la vie, non? Guess I'm not as psychic as I thought!
On a better note, I had my final exam of the year today. Once I hand in an essay tomorrow I am officially finished my second year at university. I'll be honest, never thought I'd get here. It's slightly scary that I have one more year to go and I'll be finished....then what? Hello real world??
Home in two days, and man I need it. I need some time with my mental nephew and sisters. Conor is, as I like to call him, a legend in training....my younger sister and I are the ones training him!
On a better note, I had my final exam of the year today. Once I hand in an essay tomorrow I am officially finished my second year at university. I'll be honest, never thought I'd get here. It's slightly scary that I have one more year to go and I'll be finished....then what? Hello real world??
Home in two days, and man I need it. I need some time with my mental nephew and sisters. Conor is, as I like to call him, a legend in training....my younger sister and I are the ones training him!
Thursday 17 May 2007
Desperately seeking....Final instalment
So it's been two weeks, well, just over that, since my last post. The boy and I are together, though taking things slow so as not to hurt each other because of the friendship. I've known him for almost my entire time at university, and I don't want us dating to ruin the friendship. So far it doesn't seem to be, but I'm not sure if you could call what we have much more than that either. I guess taking it slow is harder than I thought.
But on the bright side he does make me happy. A friend made a comment the other day after I'd been talking about him along the lines of 'You really do like him don't you?' and all I could do was smile and say yeah. But I have this god awful gut feeling that I'm going to be the casualty in all this. I leave for summer in three weeks, and by the time I get back he's in Germany for the school year....so I'm trying to not get too attached because the chances of us staying together are slim.
Just wish I'd made this move a long time ago. Things might be very different if I had.
But on the bright side he does make me happy. A friend made a comment the other day after I'd been talking about him along the lines of 'You really do like him don't you?' and all I could do was smile and say yeah. But I have this god awful gut feeling that I'm going to be the casualty in all this. I leave for summer in three weeks, and by the time I get back he's in Germany for the school year....so I'm trying to not get too attached because the chances of us staying together are slim.
Just wish I'd made this move a long time ago. Things might be very different if I had.
Tuesday 1 May 2007
Desperately Seeking.... part 2
Just a quick update. The guy I mentioned in the last post, the sweet one who I don't think I could date....well I guess I changed my mind cause I'm meeting him today to, in his words, discuss the possibilites.
After I wrote the last note, I guess I started thinking that dating him wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, and I started wondering why I had been turning him down for the past year...I couldn't come up with a valid reason. Apart from him age and build there is no problem. And I've dated skinny guys in the past...so we shall see how things turn out.
After I wrote the last note, I guess I started thinking that dating him wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, and I started wondering why I had been turning him down for the past year...I couldn't come up with a valid reason. Apart from him age and build there is no problem. And I've dated skinny guys in the past...so we shall see how things turn out.
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