I’m not entirely sure how some of my friendships form. First we just sort of know each other. Then it gets to the point where we see each other on a path, each make a face at the other, stop right in front of each other, one of us pats the other on the head with a binder as they say, “Boop!” and then we continue on our way, calling “‘Morning!” over our shoulders. Between that and first finding out their name, I have no idea what happens that somehow gets us from point A to point B.

This encounter happened as I was on my way to hand in my work for both Travel Writing and Telling True Stories. The hand-in room was busy, so I thought I would write my name, student number, and tutors’ names on everything while waiting in line. The line ended up progressing faster than I expected, and I was soon at the front holding everyone up. I ended up rushing to fill my name in all the necessary blanks as I thought, “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” and I may or may not have written “Ivy Fucker” as my name at one point. Not on anything I had to hand in, though, thankfully.

All I have left to do is write the script and appendix for Scriptwriting and I’ll be done with December. Then I only have to worry about the two big projects I have due in January…

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