Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sorry, I haven't blogged for a while. It's been a bit hectic. It still is, actually, but I'm sitting here watching Nigella Kitchen wondering how on Earth she has the energy to bake a peanut butter cheesecake in the middle of the night, and I thought it'd be best that I finally do a blog.

I'm working full time at the moment, this week and next week. It's hard but not unpleasant. People tend to be nice and I'm starting to recognise customers and their orders. Lunchtimes are impossible; the queue is often right out the door. Plus my feet ache.

I went to Worcester on Sunday to check out the university, and it was pretty nice. The journalism course looks pretty cool, and there seems to be a possibility of a semester abroad which was not mentioned in the prospectus. Either way, when she was talking about internet journalism, and she asked who had a blog, I was the only one who put a hand up. Kudos.

I seem to have pretty much sealed the deal on being the Press and Publicity Officer for the Carlisle United Supporters' Club London Branch, or rather, Dad has. I appear to have the backing of the club members and quite frankly, it's going to look impressive on my CV and more importantly, my personal statement. Chester on Saturday.

I hope I'm back for Merlin.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Hello, world. New blog, new start.

And so, as many of my age group set out on their next big adventure, Uni, I stay behind. Laura, Anne, Doug and myself face at least half a year slotting the pieces (idealistic and realistic) of our individual lives together and making plans for next year.

My decision as far as Maths goes looks to be this - enter myself for the summer GCSE and get myself a tutor in order to get the teaching part of it sorted. I'll be going into school on Wednesday to see if that can be arranged. Followed by League of Gentlemen raves at Laura's. See? I have my priorities sorted.

I've been asked to work full time for a couple of weeks at Simmons in order to cover for the co-manager who's off to Florida on Tuesday. I'll work this Friday and Saturday, then two weeks, then a Monday and then I'm done. It'll be tiring but shouldn't be all that bad.

On the 12th of October, I've booked tickets for Laura and I to go to a special preview of The Sarah Jane Adventures episode entitled Death of the Doctor. The showing will apparently be followed by a panel discussion with Elisabeth Sladen and the producers, script editors etc. It says cast and crew in attendence, though I don't know if that just means the aforementioned or others, but I guess we won't know until we get there. It's going to be AWESOME though.

I have an open day at the University of Worcester on Sunday to look forward to as well.

Bon. That's what's been happening with me, cool cool?

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

So I was watching The One Show earlier this evening, and Stephen Fry was the guest, and he made a point that triggered a stream of thought in my little brain. He was talking about how he only went to three lectures at University, because they cut into his own personal schedules. When asked what he did instead, he answered that he read books, digested them, thought about them and discussed them. That was the way he learnt.

And, since finishing school, I've found myself with this thirst for intellectuality that I can't seem to stop. Not that I didn't read before, but since getting back from Corfu I've gone from book to book to book without any prolonged pauses. Maybe it's because I have more time on my hands but I certainly didn't make time in the evenings and mornings where I'd read for an hour in the past.

I've caught myself willingly watching documentaries on BBC4 and watching the news instead of breakfast television. I'm listening to Classic FM and the BBC Proms on iPlayer in my free time. I'm reading the Money, Work and main sections of the Guardian rather than just the Weekend and Sport.

Perhaps for this reason, being told today that Luton College's Maths GCSE course is full and that I can't study there, or at West Herts (who ~helpfully told Dad and I when I went to enrol last week that they'd pulled the course a week before) is making me more depressed than I'm being told it probably should. All colleges have begun their terms.

I don't know what to do. I'm worrying.

No Maths GCSE = no Uni, no employment in my future and generally, well, nothing.

Geez, what a downer blog. I didn't mean it to be. Honest.

Monday, September 6, 2010

A video account of Corfu. Or some of it, anyway.