Trouble and strife in St Andrews
It has... been a while.
I sort of plunged myself in, and am fixing my life as I go along. I'm knee-deep in problems currently. One being, my therapist is quite crap. Second being, my accomodation still isn't sorted - therefore, I haven't paid for it yet. Thirdly, I've taken on too much.
No seriously. Fourth week here, and I'm realising, I'm doing too much.
I'm director of the freshman play. Which means when my actors quit, I'm the one spending £10 on phone calls panicking to the head of Mermaids (theatre-running-people) about the fucking hole in the middle of my play.
I'm also setting up Ballroom Soc - or 'BALLADS' - Ballroom and Latin Dancing Society. Lee, the head of student-run societies, and I agree on a lot of issues. James, the other guy involved in the set-up, does not. He and I disagree somewhat on what exactly the ballroom soc teaches, what dances it covers, what is its purpose, and so on. May I add - he's never danced a step of ballroom in his life, and... I have? However, it's going to look damned impressive to be the creator of a society in my first year.
Unfortunately, stress is getting to me, and I'm falling into old habits. Not happy, not settled yet. Still using food as a control mechanism, and I'm lucky in that a couple of people are really good friends already. I have a wonderful academic dad who is making sure I'm okay, even to the detriment of his sleep. :(
And we've just organised a dinner-party on the beach a week on Saturday, in full black tie, red academic gowns, with a bonfire, glass/silver-lain table and a three course dinner, with a fiddler.
Yeah. Think I'm settling in a bit more, now.
I sort of plunged myself in, and am fixing my life as I go along. I'm knee-deep in problems currently. One being, my therapist is quite crap. Second being, my accomodation still isn't sorted - therefore, I haven't paid for it yet. Thirdly, I've taken on too much.
No seriously. Fourth week here, and I'm realising, I'm doing too much.
I'm director of the freshman play. Which means when my actors quit, I'm the one spending £10 on phone calls panicking to the head of Mermaids (theatre-running-people) about the fucking hole in the middle of my play.
I'm also setting up Ballroom Soc - or 'BALLADS' - Ballroom and Latin Dancing Society. Lee, the head of student-run societies, and I agree on a lot of issues. James, the other guy involved in the set-up, does not. He and I disagree somewhat on what exactly the ballroom soc teaches, what dances it covers, what is its purpose, and so on. May I add - he's never danced a step of ballroom in his life, and... I have? However, it's going to look damned impressive to be the creator of a society in my first year.
Unfortunately, stress is getting to me, and I'm falling into old habits. Not happy, not settled yet. Still using food as a control mechanism, and I'm lucky in that a couple of people are really good friends already. I have a wonderful academic dad who is making sure I'm okay, even to the detriment of his sleep. :(
And we've just organised a dinner-party on the beach a week on Saturday, in full black tie, red academic gowns, with a bonfire, glass/silver-lain table and a three course dinner, with a fiddler.
Yeah. Think I'm settling in a bit more, now.