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Sunday, 13 March 2011

Howzit goin'?

Salut chums,

I have cruelly neglected my bloglet again. A heinous crime, I know. It has literally been months. I use tumblr a lot these days, although I feel the constant pressure of having to cater to an audience there. I have started a thing that I call "Tumblr Rules" where I basically gently rip the loving shit out of all of the unspoken Tumblr conventions that seem to be floating around that website. Perhaps it is just the types of blogs that I follow, but there certainly seem to be a lot of skinny thigh-ed, field dwelling, flannel shirt wearing, kitten cuddling, nail polish wearing, long haired girls, frolicking themselves stupid on that website...

As I wrote in my last post, I always make these silly little lists of "How things will be" around September time, and they always go to shit by about a week later. Let's see how I did...

  • Don't spend as much time on the internet Well, that one certainly went to pot almost immediately. What can I say, I am a shameless addict. Plus, I moderate a forum. I have a DUTY to be on the internet, guys!
  • Read more (replace useless internet time with useFUL reading time) I have read many many more books so far this academic year, than I managed last year, that's for sure. I still have a tendency to click mindlessly through the same five tabs at 2AM when nothing has changed...
  • Work in the library Nope... Actually, I lie. I have worked in the library twice this year, and both times have yielded magnificent productivity. So it's all about actually GETTING myself to the library...
  • Get my essays done before 'essay crisis night' There has been so much work this year that every other night has been 'essay crisis night'. That was never going to work.
  • Cook for everyone and make them think I am a superawesome cook. This one has mostly worked. We take it in turns to cook for the whole flat, and whenever it's my turn everyone is very happy with the results. However, I am condemned to ALWAYS cook meat, because I live with carnivores who think that a meal without meat isn't a real meal at all...
  • Pluck my goddamn eyebrows more often. I used to be so dedicated to this cause. Maybe I have sorted my priorities out since then. That's what I like to tell myself.
  • File my work more neatly. Partial success. However, Dan's work is everywhere and they get mixed up, quite often.
  • Go to more lectures. I wish I could say that this year has been a wonderful success regarding my attendance of lectures... However, that would be a lie. I always start term so well. It's been a while since I went to a lecture.
  • Make better lecture notes. My lecture and seminar notes still consist of "Someone just said a word that I don't understand. It's something like Acctrecc....something...shun? Learn that word... Someone else just said a thing. Why do they always say things? Shakespeare... plagiarism... commonplace... shut up bitch you sound so nasal... bear baiting..."
  • Do more exercise I weep at how little exercise I have done.
  • Eat more healthily Mostly a success! Fallen off of the wagon a little in the last couple of weeks because I have been ill, but other than that, I've been doing well.
So this is how that list stands now. The italicised parts are my annotations, in case that passed you by.

In other news, my mother is in Australia, and my father is still in France. It feels rather strange to be alone in the country, as it were. I wouldn't dare to liken it to being an orphan, but the feeling of not having your parents anywhere nearby is an oddly terrifying thought, although it is also very liberating. I was never constrained by my parents at any point, and I had a fair amount of freedom, but it's rather nice to not have to answer to anyone. That said, I really miss talking to them, and I miss the dynamic whereby all parties had very defined roles. I was the child, they were the parents. Of course, those roles still stand, but it changes when you leave home. I can completely understand why my mother (along with all of the mothers of all of my friends) is suffering greatly from a case of 'empty nest' syndrome.

After a long struggle to get my reference, I submitted my application for my PGCE in November. I got rejected by my first choice university straight away, because my Director of Studies took so long to writemy reference, and they'd filled up. The application system for PGCEs is an utter mess, and the way it runs is that they send your application in order to your choices, only sending it on, once you've been rejected. It allows the universities to be more selective, but doesn't allow any selection on the part of the applicant. The number of places on PGCEs has been cut significantly, by the Tory "government", and so the process changed from being relatively stress-free, to a competitive hotbed of evil. I was eventually invited to interview at my second choice, and so after spending weeks agonising about what to wear, and significantly less time worrying about what to say, I set off for my interview...
Upon arrival, the thirty or so candidates that were assembled alongside me in the room, were told that there was tecnhically only ONE place on offer, for which we were all competing. Immediately, the air tasted sour, and the sound of gulps stereoed around the room. We all looked at one another. The interviewing man placated us a little with the promise of ten further "waiting list places". There were significantly more than ten of us present, a fact of which everyone was acutely aware.
There was a group task, involving us reading a year 7's creative writing story, and then critiquing it in groups of about six. We were then to produce a piece of "reflective writing" about the task we had just done. With that completed, we were allotted our ten minute interview timeslots, and allowed to leave until we were needed again.
If I am honest, I really don't know how I managed to get an offer. I feel as though I balls-ed up the interview, and that my "reflective writing" was incoherent and unstructured, but two weeks after the interview day, I received an offer, conditional upon my obtaining a 2:2 in my degree. I bloody hope I manage that. I will be heartbroken if I get a 3rd, for many reasons, the most significant being that I REALLY WANT to get into this university, and I don't want to have to take a year out.

This has been a wall of text, and for that I apologise. Let's show you some pretty pictures of things that I am lusting about. Then I shall finish, as I have to read more of Iain Sinclair's "Lights Out For The Territory" before bed, and get up for a day full of Shakespeare tomorrow!I've been fantasizing about next year. Dan and I are getting a kitten, and I have all of these idealised images of myself reading paperbacks with the cat curled up on my lap. This is just a picture I found on Tumblr. Rather emblematic of the whimsical bollocks you see on there actually. I love it really...

This is someone else's photo of a tiny keychain camera that I just purchased to add to my collection of cameras. It's on its way from Hong Kong at the moment, but I await its arrival with eager anticip.....ation.

This is a picture from my 21st birthday party. I had a very whimsical teaparty, with lots of IRL and interweb friends. My mum made all of the cakes, and everything was lovely.

Adieu. xx

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