First Week Fever…

It’s 6:30am on a Tuesday. For some reason, my alarm is going off. Why, how can this be? I don’t set alarms for anything anymore! And then I remember. It’s October 4^th. It’s time I finally went back to uni. “Why is your alarm going off at 6:30, that’s madness!”, I hear you cry. Madness indeed. But that’s what I get from living at home. Not only do I have to fight for the bathroom in the morning, but I still have to deal with the unpredictability of buses, made even worse when you have to get down London Road in rush hour traffic. Plus, it’s the first day back, a girl’s gotta look cute.

I’m at my bus stop by 7:50, wondering if my education is really that important and whether it would be so bad to bunk off and watch Luke Cage for eleven hours straight. I decide that yes, it would be bad.

My morning only gets more tragic as I realise that the lovely people of Arriva have changed the goddamn bus times and I have to wait twelve minutes for my bus, not six. I need a car, pronto (although you can’t go in the bus lane in the morning if you’re in a car… and it’s always fun barrelling down there, laughing at every sucker stuck in traffic in their expensive Audi’s).

Magically, I actually get to uni on time, and end up in the basement of the Attenborough building, only recognising about three faces. How is it that new people just keep on appearing on your course? Anyway, once I’m in the film theatre, I feel like I’ve never been away.

Day two arrives. The day I’ve been dreading, purely because it’s the day of the module I’ve been dreading. Film Production. Yeesh. I’ve mentioned before how tragically bad I am at making things, and I really wish it was exaggeration. But alas, I actually had a wonderful day. The module as a whole doesn’t sound too daunting, plus you actually get to work with your friends, which always makes things 100% more enjoyable. We’ve already got an awesome idea for our short film, and its only week one. I’ve got a good feeling about this. In fact, I’ve got a good feeling about this whole year. That’s probably for the best, considering year two is when things finally start to count…

P.S. I had a total fresher’s moment. Couldn’t find the Medical Sciences building. Was wandering aimlessly up and down Lancaster Road for a good twenty minutes. Nightmare.