Posting as procrastination. Also because it's been a while.
In one of my last proper posts (life posts, posts that actually talk about what's going on and not just funny words or videos or Doctor Who reviews, though those are fun too) I wrote
Final year isn't as terrifying as I feared, although all the exams are in the summer, so ask me again in May!
Exams start on Tuesday. I'm alternating between frustration, panic and gleeful ostrich-like behaviour. Burying my head in the sand, not laying huge eggs.
Sometimes I feel like I can pass just as I am. This is not quite true. I could scrape a pass, but not do nearly as well as I could have done, which isn't fair to anyone. Sometimes I feel like I need to relearn everything from the past few years. All the grammar and vocabulary of nearly four years of French and Spanish. Which isn't true either. Hardly anyone remembers everything they learn ever, that's not expected of us. Neither mindset is conducive to actually getting anything useful done.
I'll be glad when this is over. I finish around the 25th, when I hand in my last paper. The deadline is the 28th, but I want it out of my life, so I hope to get it in earlier. The course is great, I'm just ready to be done!
Apart from panicking and trains of thought like the one above, life is good (see: gleeful ostrich-like behaviour). I have wonderful friends and housemates. We've been watching a lot of things together and playing board games. I've lost count of the number of times M. has beaten me at chess, but I still love playing it with him. I love my house and my view out over Exeter and Exwick and how I can hear St David's church bells on Sunday mornings. Oh, news! I got onto the PGCE (Post Graduate Certificate of Education) course at Exeter. Next year I'll be doing my teacher training and placements and going mad over paperwork. I've been looking forward to this for five years, poor mad fool! The best thing is getting to stay in Exeter, at least for another few months. I'll be living with fanged_geranium and visiting my old house lots to see R., smudge_rat and otilu.
For Methangles, past and present:
Methang has had... well, since I last wrote, we've had a musical! Isaac directed with my assistance and choreography (and loudness! I'm practising my projection for when I'm a teacher). Plagued! was a great success on the theme of the plagues of Egypt and we raised lots of money for Force, a local cancer charity. Methang also has a new committee. They're just as wonderful and silly as in previous years; I'm sure they'll be just fine. A. came back from his trip around the world this week and was relieved to find that Methang hadn't become sane in his absence. I can safely say there's no danger of that! It's good to have him back, though.
Pardon me while I worry. It'll all be finished soon, then I'm sure I'll find something else to worry about! And the circle of life goes on... *cue singing animals*
Final year isn't as terrifying as I feared, although all the exams are in the summer, so ask me again in May!
Exams start on Tuesday. I'm alternating between frustration, panic and gleeful ostrich-like behaviour. Burying my head in the sand, not laying huge eggs.
Sometimes I feel like I can pass just as I am. This is not quite true. I could scrape a pass, but not do nearly as well as I could have done, which isn't fair to anyone. Sometimes I feel like I need to relearn everything from the past few years. All the grammar and vocabulary of nearly four years of French and Spanish. Which isn't true either. Hardly anyone remembers everything they learn ever, that's not expected of us. Neither mindset is conducive to actually getting anything useful done.
I'll be glad when this is over. I finish around the 25th, when I hand in my last paper. The deadline is the 28th, but I want it out of my life, so I hope to get it in earlier. The course is great, I'm just ready to be done!
Apart from panicking and trains of thought like the one above, life is good (see: gleeful ostrich-like behaviour). I have wonderful friends and housemates. We've been watching a lot of things together and playing board games. I've lost count of the number of times M. has beaten me at chess, but I still love playing it with him. I love my house and my view out over Exeter and Exwick and how I can hear St David's church bells on Sunday mornings. Oh, news! I got onto the PGCE (Post Graduate Certificate of Education) course at Exeter. Next year I'll be doing my teacher training and placements and going mad over paperwork. I've been looking forward to this for five years, poor mad fool! The best thing is getting to stay in Exeter, at least for another few months. I'll be living with fanged_geranium and visiting my old house lots to see R., smudge_rat and otilu.
For Methangles, past and present:
Methang has had... well, since I last wrote, we've had a musical! Isaac directed with my assistance and choreography (and loudness! I'm practising my projection for when I'm a teacher). Plagued! was a great success on the theme of the plagues of Egypt and we raised lots of money for Force, a local cancer charity. Methang also has a new committee. They're just as wonderful and silly as in previous years; I'm sure they'll be just fine. A. came back from his trip around the world this week and was relieved to find that Methang hadn't become sane in his absence. I can safely say there's no danger of that! It's good to have him back, though.
Pardon me while I worry. It'll all be finished soon, then I'm sure I'll find something else to worry about! And the circle of life goes on... *cue singing animals*