Well, bloglings, I should be hanging my head right now, too ashamed to show my face in the blogosphere... I didn't mean to be gone for almost two months, I promise! I'm just a very bad blogger (and one who has used three different forms of the word 'blog' in the last sentence. Not cool.) but I'm back now and I come bearing updates!
To be quite honest, it would be very sad if I didn't come bearing updates, as it would mean that nothing had happened during the last two months of my life. But moving on.
Firstly: I passed my exams! The actual grades don't count this year, but I passed my first year of uni with a high 2:1 without actually doing that much work... I've heard the workload increase is going to be something of a shock during my second year, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Speaking of second year, passing my exams has completed the puzzle, and I received this from my exchange university:
To be quite honest, it would be very sad if I didn't come bearing updates, as it would mean that nothing had happened during the last two months of my life. But moving on.
Firstly: I passed my exams! The actual grades don't count this year, but I passed my first year of uni with a high 2:1 without actually doing that much work... I've heard the workload increase is going to be something of a shock during my second year, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Speaking of second year, passing my exams has completed the puzzle, and I received this from my exchange university:
So that confirms it; I am definitely, officially, unconditionally moving to Spain. There are no more conditions to meet; nothing else that can get in the way (short of the Spanish economy collapsing, but I prefer not to think about that) and so in six weeks' time, I will be leaving this country and not returning for months and months and months. Well, I'll be home for Christmas, but don't burst my bubble. I was being dramatic.
I am currently not freaking out too much, but I'm fully expecting to freak out on a major scale as the move approaches. Although maybe the past year in York has made me more capable - sort of like a practice run. I'm the girl who moves five hours away from home and then decides that she wants to go further... but it's not because I don't like my home. Actually I think it's the opposite; that growing up in such a secure environment has given me the confidence to go as far as I like, knowing that I'll always have something and somewhere to return to.
Molly x
1 comment:
Ah, I knew I would be expecting a post on the matter. Fantastic! I'm so proud of you. So what that the grades of the first year don't count, they are still grades and still something to be proud of. It's so great that you are adventurous and to study in another country, just WOW.
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