Well, nearly a new start.
A month to a new start anyway.
I’m starting Uni in 30 days. This is actually fairly scary – and I’m only travelling about a mile down the road! There’s so much I have to do, to prepare…
I wonder what it will be like…
*sophs drifts off into a pleasent day dream of chatting in rooms, sitting on kitchen work surfaces talking till all hours of the morning, cooking for herself exactly what she wants….oh, and a few lectures thrown in for good mesure!*
My preparations for today were going to be boxing up some of my many books, but I couldn’t be bothered so I phoned some reletives telling them I got into Uni…which was interesting. There was a large difference in the reactions of my biological family and my family to the news – my aunt and birth dad just said well done many many times and were really genuine – my family asked what grades I got, and were pleased that I’d managed to get in despite having low grades.
Me, I’m just pleased. But sad too. In the pleasedness is the sadness, they are the same thing, not two separate things – I wish my dad and Molly had been alive to see this. ’specially dad. It’s the same hint of sadness that is in most major life events for me – but something that I doubt will ever go away. I don’t think I want it to – but I guess that sounds strange.
Soooo, I’m going to Uni. I’m actually really going. Really really really going.
I’m studying Theology and Religious Studies and Contemporary History Joint Honours.
I’m going to Uni!!!!!!