A strange and familiar feeling is hitting me. It’s homesickness, and the reason it’s strange is because technically, I am home.
Today was the day of my graduation ceremony. I missed it. One hazard of going to university in another country.
I’ve left two schools in the past six months. One was a typical, happy, graduation kind of leave. The other was a non-typical, special-circumstances kind of leave. There are some things that only happen with the first kind and some things that only happen with the second, and there are a few that happen with both.
Okay, okay. I’ve got some explaining to do. It’s actually really simple. I couldn’t upload my pictures for some reason or another. And how can I write a post about my new shelves without even showing you my new shelves?
Well, I don’t have any school to go back to in September. I thought I might take some classes but that’s not looking like it’ll happen until May. I’ve got a part-time job, but as stated, it’s only part-time. So what will I do the rest of the time?
I got really bored today, which scares me because if I can’t deal with one day in Winchester without university work, how am I going to deal with A WHOLE MONTH???
I arrived in Manchester today.
Started from the bottom (of England) now we here.
Okay, so that last post was a bit sparse.
From Tuesday to Friday, I stayed with my friend Siân in beautiful Bournemouth. As soon as I arrived, we went straight to the beach because it was sunny and the forecast for the rest of the week was pessimistic at best.
Oh dear, has it been six days already? My break will be over before I know it!
Like every university student, the first couple of days after my break were spent in bed with my laptop, just happy to be done.
What an incredible day.
So today I had my second-last class. It was a celebration with food and stuff and people would go up and read poems or bits of their stories or sing songs they wrote, and we all talked and said goodbye and everything. It was great.