I was driving by BHS last week on my way to town and I must admit that seeing a flock of navy-blazered, awkward-looking first years, wearing their grey socks up to their knees because they haven't yet realized noone wears them, made me feel slightly nostalgic. But that feeling of wanting to go 'aww' is definitely abrogated by the fact that I have a whole month ahead of me of doing nothing...which brings me to...University.
Okay, so, as always, I underestimated my own intelligence and managed not to come out with any Es or Fs, praise the lord. That, of course, means that I am now a full-fledged student of Durham University. Spiffing, darling. Freshers week begins on the 5th of October, therefore I have almost a whole month of pre-uni preparation. I know for a fact that I am going to forget something majorly important like warm clothes, my ipod or my laptop. Please let me, even if it the only time I ever am in my whole life, be organised this time.
I'm thinking of my going away to Uni as a sort of holiday, as opposed to 'moving out.' If I thought of it as moving out, I'd quite possibly burst into floods of tears and not want to leave. In reality, I'll be in Northern Ireland for as much of the year as I'll be in Durham, so I'll really belong to both places, though Northern Ireland will always be home for me.
It's pretty strange; I thought that when it came to a month before going away, the idea of leaving would practically be consuming me, but it isn't. Don't get me wrong, it isn't that I haven't been thinking about it at all, it's just that it's all a bit surreal and so I haven't stopped, taken a breath and thought 'I'm actually going away. Crap.' I'm pretty excited about what things God has in store for me in Durham though. I've done my research, and plan to go to King's Church to see what it's like. It seems very studenty, so I figure I could make some good christian friends there-something that's pretty essential I think. I don't want to be the only fresher in Collingwood that isn't on a constant barcrawl, isn't taken by the idea that clubbing=life and doesn't want to have a one-night stand every night of the week.
Anyway, I just wanted to update with a quick pre-uni blog, because, most likely, my next post will be a few days before I go. Ahhhhhh. *Terror*.
It is almost half past one, and I am still in my pjs, so I better go.
Ciao!
