Procrastination, photos, final coursework and foxes

I realised today that i have not kept up with the photo archive blogs, i have a lot of things to be getting on with but i don't think i should be passing up on a golden opportunity to procrastinate.

I came across a photo from Angie's wedding in my archive; it made me laugh (which is always good thing during revision) so here it is - Anne's right nostril:





Yesterday I handed in my last piece of coursework (not including my dissertation). Please God let it be my last, don't let me get any foolish notions about returning to education ever ever again.

It will all soon be over and i can start seriously looking for jobs (although i don't actually graduate until November). I am tired of it all at the moment and it is very tempting at the moment to pack up my bags and go and start up that hippy commune in New Zealand that was so tempting to Esther and me at the end of our final years (as long as I can take all my books with me, my computer and my mp3 player).

Conversation in this house is a little sparse at the moment. It's a struggle to find something to talk about other than speech and language therapy and in the evening sometimes we just end up slumped around the dinning table in almost unbroken silence. Luckily we have foxes living in our garden at the moment which provide us with alternative conversation topics and moments of distraction when they come up to our living room window. It's amazing how exciting the wildlife in your garden can be when you spend most of your day tied to your desk (sigh).

Revision!!! (again)

It is revision time again. Why have i put myself through this again? I remember conversations with Esther (over many cups of coffee) in our final year at Keele when we would say that we would never put ourselves through this again. The boredom is the worse thing. I hate doing the same thing for too long, i get fidgety and start biouncing off the walls. I just took a look through the archives of my old blog and found this entry:

"I have finished my degree. three years of hard slog (sometimes) over with. no gradual coming to a stop...in a moment i went from being a finalist frantically writing....to...(stop writing)...nothing...I sat for perhaps two seconds a strange grin on my face (buts what new about that?) as it dawned on me that a lifetime in the education system had come to an end (for now).

I came home and i was tired and deflated...i cannot adjust to doing nothing so i have tidied the flat, tidied my room, and now i blog...i have never felt so calm during an exam period as i have during this one. God has been so good to me, bringing peace to His crazy child...I perhaps have not made it so peaceful for my flatmates...Esther has told me i have stretched my weirdness so far that there is no coming back. Perhaps my mind is like a rubber band i have stretched until it snapped...or perhaps there is still some stretch left..."

I hope my mind does have some stretch left.

This time is definitely the last time i put myself through this.

See you on the other side.

First post of the month. I feel i am step closer to finishing the course now that January is out of the way and this month i turn 25 (which is obviously very exciting for everyone who reads this). I have been ill this week and i am wondering if i was made to feel worse by the fact that i have got myself so worked up about my Wednesday placement. I woke up yesterday morning and the dread hit me straight away and i wanted to just crawl under my blankets and hide. The day went alright in the end (although i still can't believe they will ever let me qualify as a speech and language therapist).

I think we all were feeling a little light headed yesterday evening havening survived to another Wednesday evening (i'm not the only person in this house who dreads placements) and after a celebratory beer we were all sitting around the dining table playing 'panpipes' with our san miguel bottles (we know how to rock and roll). This was followed by a couple of episodes of the Forsyte Saga, a dvd we found in the house when we moved in. Earlier in the week Rachel B made the comment that period dramas were porn for women (this was after watching North & South), all we need to see is the man touch the woman's hand or stroke her face, thats enough for us (she also described N&S as four hours of foreplay leading up to that final scene on the train platform).

Now the countdown to placements starts again and for the next week the dread shall build up again.

Escape and beyond

I did escape the house in the end, as you may have guessed (or perhaps you thought i was stuck in the house all weekend and was forced to eat my own leg to stave off hunger and put a match to my clothes to gain warmth. This did not happen but it might have).

It was Amy's birthday celebrations at the weekend (so sorry i almost forgot to turn up, well i actually i did forget so thank you for the text). It was lovely to see her, Lammie and Rachel and catch up. I think i go slightly hyper when i see more than one uni friend at a time, i think perhaps my mind is confused and thinks i am 21 again and crazy (obviously i am now mature and sensible and talk about grown up things with grown up people and don't talk about unleashing bananas).

I went to the scissor sisters concert at Wembley Arena yesterday. There was glitter, dancing, glitter, high waisted trousers, glitter, flashing bunny ears and more glitter. They certainly put on a good show and i got the feeling that they were enjoying themselves so much they would have quite happily have performed even without an audience.

I have only three weeks left of term. I will make it to Christmas even if i have drag my battered mind over the broken glass of these final days and fall bloody and whimpering in the rags of my weakened sanity.

Have a good week people!

Kiss kiss.

The Return of the SLT Student

I'm back in Reading and i have moved into the SLT house. The first week of final year is over and i am feeling slightly dazed. I am confused and stressed and i have lost count of the number of times i have said "i can't wait for this year to be over." It is hard to believe that in a years time (hopefully) I will be qualified and working (if they unfreeze the posts) as an SLT. Will there be a job for me at the end? is it the future for all SALT to become private?

The house is working out well and is really rather nice for a student house although it still has a few very studenty characteristics like the electricity cutting out when the washing machine goes into a fast spin.

this isn't a very interesting post but it is just my "hello again" to the world of blog.

Leaving Sibly

I can't sleep tonight so I have decided to blog about leaving Sibly. Tomorrow I am moving into my new house in Reading. Most of my stuff has been moved out of my room here and is now in storage at my parents; I am living in a near empty room with a few boxes and bags of things I will move to st barth tomorrow. A lot of people moved out of the hall today and i feel a bit like i have stumbled onto the mary celeste. I feel like i should have moved out today. It's like sitting alone in a cinema after the movie has finished.

Right! now i am bloody angry! some bloody stupid idiots on a floor below me are throwing glass bottles out of their window! How bloody inconsiderate, someone else is going to have to clear that up.

Now i really wish i wasn't still here.

Survivors

We have survived the first year of the MSc course (and now trying not to think about the second year).