I’m back in Reading for university now, and I don’t know how to feel about that since I had a huge reluctance to leave on Sunday. I cried to Ed for two hours the night before I left saying “I don’t want to leave, I’m not happy there!” but alas I went forward. My university journey is much like Odysseus at the moment. Years and years of stress and bad things happening, but having to get through it to get home. I have to get my archaeology degree if I plan on preserving Pompeii and moving to Italy. The only difference is I don’t have to kill 40 suitors or battle a cyclops.
I have a lot to do in the eight weeks before the end of term and the end of the year. I need to somehow magnificently pass all of my exams (preferably with a 1st). I need to find a place to live for year two and maybe get a job. Eight weeks is a very short time to accomplish it all. I’m glad that I therefore only have on lecture a day until the 9th of May, and the absolute minimal work load (one piece of coursework per module and only five exams in June- Archaeology has it easy). It’s still stressful though. I don’t like being on my own and I find myself very lonely most of the time. My only friend dropped out of university at the start and we were planning on living together for second year. I no longer have a clue what to do, and looking for a flat on my own seems helpless. I sometimes consider taking a year out to go home, get a job for a year and save money for a flat, besides I’m not happy here.
Also the electricity isn’t working in my bedroom at the minute. The light works fine. There was a four week period in the winter where they didn’t and I had to live in the dark, like a neanderthal, until my landlady called the electrician to fix it. That took a while. I told her about the electricity today and she said “okay, I’ll sort it now” o I can only hope she has. I’ve put my phone on battery saving mode so that it lasts 1 day and 8 hours without charge, just in case. I am also writing this from the campus library while I really should be getting on with Latin.
I might come home in the weekend anyway, but I really cant stand train journeys. I nearly always don’t get a seat and my luggage gets heavy, so we’ll see. I also want to save my money for my trip to Valencia in the summer, and for an Arctic Monkeys concert in May. Thinking about it, it’s only eight weeks until I get four/five months of summer holiday, surely I can power on through that?
Sorry that I didn’t have much to say lately, I just thought I’d do a little update on my life.