Today was the day of my graduation ceremony. I missed it. One hazard of going to university in another country.
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.
In class this week we were thinking about what makes us the kind of writers we are. This was good timing because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the writer I am, the writer I want to be, and the writer I will most likely end up being. All three are fairly different from each other, considering they’re all me, but I guess it’s hard to imagine the future. It’s easier to look back at what got me here.
Sequel to Why You Should Proofread Emails.
Oh my god, will I never figure out this email thing?
The first true story I ever put up on this blog was Why You Should Proofread Emails and while I haven’t exactly repeated the mistakes of the past, I managed to mess up pretty big anyhow.
I NEED TO STOP BUYING BOOKS!
My suitcase is going to be so heavy by the end of the semester that the airplane won’t even be able to lift off the runway. But this time I swear I have a good reason! (I know I always say that, but I always do, ok?)
It’s possible I have over-extended myself. Between my job, running Writers’ Society, working as a student representative, seeing friends, and running this blog, my university assignments have been falling through the cracks a bit. Why can’t the days be longer? I don’t have enough time for everything I want to do and unfortunately this means I’ll have to start saying no to things. No, I can’t take an extra shift at work, no I can’t hang out tomorrow, no I can’t do a trip to London next week.
I got some new books recently. I always try not to buy books because at the end of the semester my luggage is always crazy heavy, but it’s counter-intuitive for a writer. Books are a necessity and there’s just something about owning one and not just having a library copy that makes things better.
This morning I got an email saying my last two assignments from last semester were ready to be picked up. I got a little excited and went straight to collect them even though I was late for a meeting. It would have been embarrassing if my marks had been bad. Thankfully they were not. In fact, they were two of the best marks I’ve ever gotten in university.
Today feels like the first day in a while that consisted of more than work and Criminal Minds.
Last night I was trying to put together a simple cover letter that would be suitable to send to an agent when I finish one of my novels. It took longer than I thought it would. Hours. When I decided I was okay with what I had, I went to bed, only to lie there staring at the ceiling for another hour.
I can’t remember the last time I slept in. Is this what my life is now that I’m a legal adult in every country of the world? I don’t like it. I want to go back.