Going under...

I'm going under, Drowning in you...

Suddenly I'm freaking about how behind on my work I am. Every week I seem to panic about a different module and have to immerse myself in it completely whilst shouting at my daughters if they talk in my vicinity, ask me a question or do anything other than bring me cups of tea and offer me back massages.

I'm definitely not allocating enough of my own free time to doing my work. I need to work on using my study periods for study rather than using them for housework, washing, shopping, business paperwork and catching up with family/friends who happen to think I've been abducted since enrolment.






Last week we had a huge Halloween party at home and I spent most of my study days organising it. Twas a great night but in reality it's now to blame for my growing workload.....

(I dressed up as a Pumpkin by the way, a cute and slightly sexy one I hope, not one resembling Violet Beauregarde from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. And the house is still all 'Spooked' up, even down to the bloody footprints walking across the bathroom floor. I do love Halloween!)





I'm also finding this week a bit stressy as my kids are off school on Half Term, meaning that I'm missing half of this weeks lessons rather than sort out babysitters. So now I'm trying to strike a balance over the next few days between spending some much needed time with my girls and keeping up with homework. So far The SwingOmeter is not really swinging at all, more it is fixed by powerful magnet pointing straight at my daughters.

We've been in the glass workshops for lessons recently. I was always worried about how I would cope around broken glass as I've always found it a quite frightening material. It turns out that I was right to worry.  During our first glass cutting lesson last week I managed to burst into tears as the broken panes of glass kept reminding me of that icky scene at the end of 'Ghost' where Karl gets speared by the window pane.  I really could curse my own brain sometimes as it often seems to work against me.....

Well onwards and upwards, I did much better in glass today, mind over matter and all that jazz. I suppose I should really return to my homework....I think my time management skills need some serious attention!

I'm falling forever, I've got to break through...

1 Month today!

One month in and I thought it's about time for an update!

I honestly still can't quite believe I'm a University student. I often wonder when will it actually sink in?

Life is great, The workload is heavy and my house is a mess. I'm eating shedloads of junkfood and slacking on the exercise.  Actually the food is something I'm really surprised about and I keep harping on about it to anyone that will listen, so now I'll harp on about it in here too.

Students are generally young, broke and pretty damn unhealthy. So what do the uni's do? Stick expensive vending machines all over the place that charge 70p for a bag of crisps or £1.20 for a bottle of coke. Even the teeny tiny undrinkable cups of vending machine slop are 70p a shot. The kiosk in our building sells overpriced crap as well, sausage rolls, chocs and pasties at petrol station prices. Not a healthy, brain building snack in sight.....and I can't get over that despite fees of almost nine grand a year they still try to make a profit out of us..Gits.

Ok, rant over back to the happy stuff....

I had a few adventures in the last month and met some fab folk. the crazy bunch on my course get better and better the more we get to know each other. I try to ignore the fact that I'm the oldest full timer by a decade ad I'm hoping that they do too....The tutor asked the other day 'who was born in the 80's?' he received blank stares and looked quite despondent until I shouted up that I was a 70's child...It turns out the rest of the full time bunch are 90's children....like my own daughter...*shudder*

So what have I learnt so far?

That I look like an Umpah Lumpah when kitted out in full Kiln safety gear - Leather apron (down to my ankles), Gauntlets (up to my elbows), Full face protective visor and scarf. Especially when stood next to another student who stands at six and a half foot tall (His apron only reached his knees).

Dumpity dooo.

That being left handed has it's perils, mainly when opening library turnstyles with my ID card; I swiped the card last week on my first visit to the uni library and then watched the adjacent turnstyle open instead of the one I was standing at.....and of course I then had to run round like an eegit to enter through the open turnstyle rather than keeping my cool and just trying once again to open the one in front of me.

 Muppet.

That I thoroughly enjoy student discounts.

Oh yes.