I am now a fully fledged English student at the University of Falmouth. I have a lot to read, a lot to write, and too little motivation. I have spent an extraordinary amount of time here incredibly drunk. I have made some amazing friends and met so many awesome people. I don't think I ever comprehended that I would enjoy myself as much as I am.
Don't get me wrong, I have had my many moments of doubt; both in myself and the whole idea of being here. I often want to curl up into a ball under my duvet and just cry and hide, or just scream and scream and run around campus like some wildling. Realistically, I just go and get a hug from Mike, Abby, Hannah, Eline or Dulcie, have a massive rant, maybe a cigarette, and then I'm probably feel a whole lot better.
In addition to all of this. I am turning 21 in three days. I can tell you now that I don’t feel like I thought I would. I had been dreading turning 21, like really hating the idea. It made me feel sick and I had this pseudo notion that suddenly I was going to have to act like a grown-up because, well, I would be one.
In actual fact, I am nothing but excited. I cannot wait for my birthday. I am unsure if this is due to it (roughly) coinciding with starting University and all the new experiences that it’s brought, or whether I just realised that it doesn’t really matter. I’m still going to be Chelsea May Harris after all.
My friend Abby summed it up very well I think “It’s the end of a beginning”. So, although the ‘beginning’ of my life, my childhood, is over, I still have the middle left. If I recall rightly, it’s the middle of a book, or a film, where all the cool stuff happens. Yes, there are going to be some shit times, but I’m excited about the adventure now.
So here it is, me getting back into this blogging malarkey. I'll be posting my creative writing pieces from Uni up here, as well as trying to do some more posts like my previous ones, so please feel free to have a gander, and comment, and all those niceties.
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