First Undergraduate Post
I'm sitting at my desk at RHUL, meant to be reading the poems I haven't finished yet, but instead I've been looking at Facebook. Oh well.
I moved in on Saturday and so far things are good. Los padres stayed for most of the day and helped the unpacking and general decorating. My room is now cluttered and just as I like it. I have space on my bookshelf, which is great, and a full CD rack and messy desk. The only difference is that my wardrobe is neat and in use, something which never happened at home.
On the first day I met everybody on the first floor where I'm living. We had tea and chatted and over the course of the four days we now know everyone, and a few people from different halls. Our house clearly wins. I am so, so happy that we all get on. I was concerned that the people would be horrible, or hate me or just generally it would all be difficult. But instead we all get on, we go out together, we chat, we bought doorstops so we can yell at each other from our rooms and I'm really happy. I'm happier than I thought I would be. But apparently that's because I let my expectations colour everything to a worrying degree.
I've only had introductory lectures so far and I know what my timetable is but we don't start the actual learning until next week. As a result, this week has been a really odd mix of lazing around and admin. But it's been fun. I've started reading because my poetry module book has given my lists of poems to read alongside the set poem. At the moment I'm on Shakespeare. And procrastinating.
I have a question and answer session at 1pm for creative writing. I met a friend of a friend who'
I moved in on Saturday and so far things are good. Los padres stayed for most of the day and helped the unpacking and general decorating. My room is now cluttered and just as I like it. I have space on my bookshelf, which is great, and a full CD rack and messy desk. The only difference is that my wardrobe is neat and in use, something which never happened at home.
On the first day I met everybody on the first floor where I'm living. We had tea and chatted and over the course of the four days we now know everyone, and a few people from different halls. Our house clearly wins. I am so, so happy that we all get on. I was concerned that the people would be horrible, or hate me or just generally it would all be difficult. But instead we all get on, we go out together, we chat, we bought doorstops so we can yell at each other from our rooms and I'm really happy. I'm happier than I thought I would be. But apparently that's because I let my expectations colour everything to a worrying degree.
I've only had introductory lectures so far and I know what my timetable is but we don't start the actual learning until next week. As a result, this week has been a really odd mix of lazing around and admin. But it's been fun. I've started reading because my poetry module book has given my lists of poems to read alongside the set poem. At the moment I'm on Shakespeare. And procrastinating.
I have a question and answer session at 1pm for creative writing. I met a friend of a friend who'