I prefer sixth form to university. I never thought I would say that, but I got into a rhythm at sixth form. I wasn’t pushed I was left to my own devices, and it turned out great. The tutors were on time for gods sake and the lessons lasted as long as they should. I felt like I was moving forward with support if I needed it and not if I didn’t.
Maybe I need to settle into uni ways. It’s not like I’m going to drop out, I’m not a quitter, so I’ll have to give it the benefit of the doubt for now. It’s only been a month - I should wait until at least Christmas time before judging. The tutors don’t know me yet. I don’t feel like me yet.
On the plus, I like the other students and I feel I’m making stronger friendships.
Im shattered. My day was boring and exhausting at the same time. I finally got round to buying Breaking Dawn and i sat in Cafe Nero for about 2 hours reading it. I dont care what people bitch about Twilight, the storyline is addictive. Even if it is a tad silly. I’m going to stay up and read more.
I feel sad for no reason. I think because it is Friday and its been a hard week, and I’ve been travelling a fair bit, and the prospects of working tomorrow night are looming. But on the plus side I have BEAUTIFUL new boot wedges that are SUPER comfy to walk in so i can wear them during the day to uni (maybe short days.) I also found a lovely camel coloured maxi skirt. I may do a blog post about them if I have time.