Well, this is probably going to be a very disjointed and not particularly interesting post because I don't really have much to say today, but Charlotte requested a blog post a few days ago and as I love it when people show an interest in my blog, I'm going to do my best to oblige.
First of all (since this blog was set up to record my "school" years... technically college and university but let's not get fussy) I should mention that I got the results back from that test I wrote about a couple of posts ago and totally got a first! This makes up for never getting an A in English at A Level because it totally shows that I'm kicking some arse. Long may it continue!
Last week was reading week and I went back to the... er, glorious area from which I... am. Does that make sense? Probably not... anyway, I went home. It was really nice to see my family again (and really nice to eat something other than pasta; I mean, much as I love it, I'm getting to the stage where I never want to see another piece again as long as I live). I also saw my friends for the first time since we all started uni; Becky, Zoe and I went to see Breaking Dawn Part 1... and before I get a deluge of abuse for being a Twilight fan I must point out that we only watch them because they're so bad that they're amusing. Also, having read all the books and seen all the films to date, it's just sort of a given that we'd see it.
Charlotte and Lauren, not being Twilight fans, joined us for a sleepover at my house, which was great. I was worried that being at university would have a negative affect on my old friendships, but I think I was wrong. We're doing a pretty good job of staying in touch so far, and when I saw them on Saturday it was like we'd never been apart, though I could see the difference in them already. It was like we've all grown up, even though we've literally only been at uni for two months... but it was the first time that we've been apart, living our separate lives, and then come back together. We had our own separate stories to tell, rather than knowing all the day-to-day details of each other's lives, and to me we seemed older.
We stayed up pretty much all night talking (except Zoe, who got back from Prague that morning and fell asleep on my bed about ten o'clock... adorable), and though we've been friends for years, it's really the first time we have ever talked like that, together, about those things. I don't know what made us feel like we could; maybe it's the fact that we're around different people everyday, around people we maybe couldn't tell those things to... that can really make you miss the people you can talk to. But we all have 'deep' stuff, and they say that you don't really know someone until you can see their depth, and if that's true then the bond between my friends and I just got a whole lot deeper. It's very easy to drift apart when you're not together everyday, but I think that as long as we keep making the effort, uni will be the making, not the death, of our friendships.
And Becky (and hopefully Charlotte too) is coming to visit me in two weeks... yay! And then the week after is the start of the Christmas holidays, so I'll be home again in three weeks' time and that's the end of the first semester. Blimey. That was quick. It's scary how fast it's going... it feels like I've been here practically all my life and yet no time at all. I only moved in nine weeks ago on Sunday! Ridiculous!
In other news, we started our grammar class (yay!) on Monday and I've already marked myself out as the nerd... what can I say? I just love grammar. Strangely there aren't too many other grammar geeks in my classes - I would have thought there'd be more, considering we're all language nerds - but then again, there's a lot more to linguistics than grammar. Besides, I kind of like my obsessive-grammar-Nazi status. My ability to spot a misplaced apostrophe from a mile off is pretty much my unique... was going to say 'appeal' then, but I doubt many people find it particularly appealing. It's my incredibly annoying but extremely satisfying talent.
Hmm. A tip for grammar geeks everywhere who are just itching to correct someone who won't mind: find some foreign friends. I've found that some of them actually appreciate it. Imagine that!
I found out this morning that Old Orleans, the restaurant in Reading that my friends and I frequently attend, is closing in early December. I'm going to miss it greatly... it was the place we went for Becky's seventeenth birthday and our end of exams celebration - twice; where I went when I passed my theory test; where we had our fancy dress meal the last time we all saw each other before we all left for uni! It's been quite a big part of our time at college and it feels to me like the end of yet another era. Eras are ending all around us these days! I guess that's the thing about growing up... when I look back on my life when I was little, it was nothing like the way it is today. The clothes I wore, the places I went, the people I knew, the programmes I watched on TV... everything was different then, and now everything is changing again, and I can barely remember the specifics of my day-to-day life nine or ten years ago. I don't mind that, because that's normal, but I don't want to forget about my life before I came here. It was pretty good, as life goes.
Change is normal. Change is good. Change happens so frequently that sometimes we don't even notice it, and I guess it's only when we do that it becomes the scary thing that people try so hard to avoid. Good things bring new experiences, and new experiences are things you've never done before, and things you've never done before are scary... but you only have to do it once, and then it's not so scary anymore - and you get some pretty kickass moments out of it too.
In the wise words of a Facebook group: when life gives you lemons, keep them, because hey - free lemons.
Molly x
First of all (since this blog was set up to record my "school" years... technically college and university but let's not get fussy) I should mention that I got the results back from that test I wrote about a couple of posts ago and totally got a first! This makes up for never getting an A in English at A Level because it totally shows that I'm kicking some arse. Long may it continue!
Last week was reading week and I went back to the... er, glorious area from which I... am. Does that make sense? Probably not... anyway, I went home. It was really nice to see my family again (and really nice to eat something other than pasta; I mean, much as I love it, I'm getting to the stage where I never want to see another piece again as long as I live). I also saw my friends for the first time since we all started uni; Becky, Zoe and I went to see Breaking Dawn Part 1... and before I get a deluge of abuse for being a Twilight fan I must point out that we only watch them because they're so bad that they're amusing. Also, having read all the books and seen all the films to date, it's just sort of a given that we'd see it.
Charlotte and Lauren, not being Twilight fans, joined us for a sleepover at my house, which was great. I was worried that being at university would have a negative affect on my old friendships, but I think I was wrong. We're doing a pretty good job of staying in touch so far, and when I saw them on Saturday it was like we'd never been apart, though I could see the difference in them already. It was like we've all grown up, even though we've literally only been at uni for two months... but it was the first time that we've been apart, living our separate lives, and then come back together. We had our own separate stories to tell, rather than knowing all the day-to-day details of each other's lives, and to me we seemed older.
We stayed up pretty much all night talking (except Zoe, who got back from Prague that morning and fell asleep on my bed about ten o'clock... adorable), and though we've been friends for years, it's really the first time we have ever talked like that, together, about those things. I don't know what made us feel like we could; maybe it's the fact that we're around different people everyday, around people we maybe couldn't tell those things to... that can really make you miss the people you can talk to. But we all have 'deep' stuff, and they say that you don't really know someone until you can see their depth, and if that's true then the bond between my friends and I just got a whole lot deeper. It's very easy to drift apart when you're not together everyday, but I think that as long as we keep making the effort, uni will be the making, not the death, of our friendships.
And Becky (and hopefully Charlotte too) is coming to visit me in two weeks... yay! And then the week after is the start of the Christmas holidays, so I'll be home again in three weeks' time and that's the end of the first semester. Blimey. That was quick. It's scary how fast it's going... it feels like I've been here practically all my life and yet no time at all. I only moved in nine weeks ago on Sunday! Ridiculous!
In other news, we started our grammar class (yay!) on Monday and I've already marked myself out as the nerd... what can I say? I just love grammar. Strangely there aren't too many other grammar geeks in my classes - I would have thought there'd be more, considering we're all language nerds - but then again, there's a lot more to linguistics than grammar. Besides, I kind of like my obsessive-grammar-Nazi status. My ability to spot a misplaced apostrophe from a mile off is pretty much my unique... was going to say 'appeal' then, but I doubt many people find it particularly appealing. It's my incredibly annoying but extremely satisfying talent.
Hmm. A tip for grammar geeks everywhere who are just itching to correct someone who won't mind: find some foreign friends. I've found that some of them actually appreciate it. Imagine that!
I found out this morning that Old Orleans, the restaurant in Reading that my friends and I frequently attend, is closing in early December. I'm going to miss it greatly... it was the place we went for Becky's seventeenth birthday and our end of exams celebration - twice; where I went when I passed my theory test; where we had our fancy dress meal the last time we all saw each other before we all left for uni! It's been quite a big part of our time at college and it feels to me like the end of yet another era. Eras are ending all around us these days! I guess that's the thing about growing up... when I look back on my life when I was little, it was nothing like the way it is today. The clothes I wore, the places I went, the people I knew, the programmes I watched on TV... everything was different then, and now everything is changing again, and I can barely remember the specifics of my day-to-day life nine or ten years ago. I don't mind that, because that's normal, but I don't want to forget about my life before I came here. It was pretty good, as life goes.
Change is normal. Change is good. Change happens so frequently that sometimes we don't even notice it, and I guess it's only when we do that it becomes the scary thing that people try so hard to avoid. Good things bring new experiences, and new experiences are things you've never done before, and things you've never done before are scary... but you only have to do it once, and then it's not so scary anymore - and you get some pretty kickass moments out of it too.
In the wise words of a Facebook group: when life gives you lemons, keep them, because hey - free lemons.
Molly x
1 comment:
What a sweet post. It was very deep as well, full of wisdom. It was great to carry on wherever left off. In sense our group seemed older as technically we are but I felt a sense of familiarity and homeliness that just felt comfortable. Change is certainly good and it's great we are doing it together.
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