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It's been a stressful few days. Classes started Monday, and though they were all of the introductory type, I can already see that this will be a busy year. Lots and lots of background reading to be done, lots to be done in groups (which I usually loathe, as not only do I tend to work better on my own, I also very rarely have the same working hours as others), and a heckload of coursework due in the sixth and eighth weeks of term.
Now, normally this would just cause me to shrug my shoulders, but I've been particularly pissed off because our lecturer decided, in that infuriating god-like way, that Our Classroom Would Not Do, and has changed the timetable - and, not so incidentally, entire campuses - in order to find a classroom that she approved of. Leading to the demise of my fond hopes for belly dancing. I almost cried. Lectures now end at 5 at Craiglockhart (2 buses an hour type of place); belly dancing starts at 4.30, and goes for an hour.:(
So I wanted to go see if I could maybe attend another class that I'm not really confident enough for, but the bus I was in had an accident, and I decided that it wasn't in the cards for today, at least. The bus ran into a motorcyclist - the bike seemed to be totaled, as was the front windscreen of the bus (the driver was fine) but the cyclist was at least conscious; I think his leg was hurt, though. I seem to have had an overreaction to this, and basically cried for half an hour. I'm thinking this was in sympathy with a leg/ankle injury and bad memories, but whatever the case, it was not of the good. On the plus side, people from shops on all the corners came running to help and an ambulance was on the scene within three minutes.
I did end up going to Scottish tonight, as I figured that dwelling would not help, and that was quite fun. I'm a bit out of it, though, so I'll leave it at that tonight.
Now, normally this would just cause me to shrug my shoulders, but I've been particularly pissed off because our lecturer decided, in that infuriating god-like way, that Our Classroom Would Not Do, and has changed the timetable - and, not so incidentally, entire campuses - in order to find a classroom that she approved of. Leading to the demise of my fond hopes for belly dancing. I almost cried. Lectures now end at 5 at Craiglockhart (2 buses an hour type of place); belly dancing starts at 4.30, and goes for an hour.:(
So I wanted to go see if I could maybe attend another class that I'm not really confident enough for, but the bus I was in had an accident, and I decided that it wasn't in the cards for today, at least. The bus ran into a motorcyclist - the bike seemed to be totaled, as was the front windscreen of the bus (the driver was fine) but the cyclist was at least conscious; I think his leg was hurt, though. I seem to have had an overreaction to this, and basically cried for half an hour. I'm thinking this was in sympathy with a leg/ankle injury and bad memories, but whatever the case, it was not of the good. On the plus side, people from shops on all the corners came running to help and an ambulance was on the scene within three minutes.
I did end up going to Scottish tonight, as I figured that dwelling would not help, and that was quite fun. I'm a bit out of it, though, so I'll leave it at that tonight.