Yet, before I sink into the sofa for good, I feel I need to take a few moments to look back over my final ever 'first term' and come to some conclusions about it (I am a terribly pensive creature at times).
September to December has been a bit of a rollercoaster ride - but a rollercoaster ride at flamingo land, that is essentially a bit shit. There was a mini high when I got back to uni, followed by a massive low when my loan didn't come in, then a slow incline, another high and finally it sort of petered out on the home straight.
You may liken it to the X-factor live shows - mini high on the eve of the first show, massive low when you realised you had 10 more weeks to get through, a slow incline as you realised Wagner was progressing much further than anyone could have hoped, another high as Katie Waissel was finally give the boot, and then it sort of petered out when you remembered you could just wait for the result each week to filter through your facebook news feed.
Ok, so I may be trivialising things a little bit; the tiredness that hit in the home straight has dulled the highs a bit, yet thinking back, I have had quite an extraordinary term.
Back in september, I was given a show to present on the student radio station, which has resulted in me interviewing ridiculously brilliant people and gaining work experience at a REAL LIFE radio station (student radio does not fall under this category). I also got a job at the Students Union. Yes people, this was a highlight. Call me a Loser and a Nerd if you want but the SU really helped me - financially and otherwise (I learnt how to drink enough so that you are able to fall down stairs).
On a more serious note though, I did sign up for an Open-mic Night and successfully navigated my way through 2 songs in front of a silly amount of people. I love singing, but singing in front of people is something I don't do; I just don't. But I did that night, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. And I shall do it again. And I might just tell people about it this time...but that is a big might.
So whilst I did struggle with money, and had a schedule that resembled that of an elf's in Santa's grotto who ballsed up the List two days before christmas, I have actually had a really great few months. I am pleased that in my third year at Royal Hollway (aka the bubble) I have not been slitting my wrists and praying for the day that I can escape the place, but rather making the most of these last few months we have in the safety net that is education.
Right, so some conclusions have been made, and a blog post has been written. Now to write that essay, read a few plays and get to the gym. I guess I wont be sinking into the sofa just yet then...
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