tiredness
I have to admit I’m not feeling great at the moment. I have various ailments, such as yet another ear infection, strange bloated feeling and even stranger skin pigmentation loss on my hands. Its got to the point where I’m going to have to see a doctor, but I’m worried he’ll just associate it with stress…but in all truth I don’t feel all that stressed…not yet…
Six weeks to go. There, I’ve said it. Six weeks and all this uni work will be behind me, a thing of my past…
I feel like I’ve lost steam. I was someone who has studied, pretty much constantly through uni. Not skived. (well, once last year on my birthday, but not this year, or the first year…can you guys still believe I’m still the same person?) Well, isn’t that a conundrum, am I still the same person? Are any of us? And what truly defines us as people?
Anyway, I digress…yes…now I’ve lost steam. I feel like uni is actually making me less intelligent. Killing my brain cells…perhaps I’m just tired.
Rossy’s parents came over yesterday, and as usual I was filled with the familiar feeling of dread. But is wasn’t that bad, not really. I actually quite like them. But while we were eating lunch Rossy’s mum said ‘You know Aimee. I never thought you’d finish uni’.
It was one of those moments where everyone stops eating, looks at you and waits. I flushed red, mouth falling open.
‘Well,’ she continued, rather brazenly, ‘when I met you, you just worked in a café’.
…
First off, did just working in a café make me any less of a person? An intelligent human being? How many people leave uni and go into retail, catering or to work at egg? In our uni carers library it says that 80% of students after studying creative writing move on to work at Macky D’s…
But that all aside…did any of you think I would finish uni? Did i?
I am haunted by the thought that one of my biggest mistakes was quitting college the first time round, six weeks towards the end. And now I find that I am here again…six weeks towards the end of uni….
Strange, how time changes us.
Six weeks to go. There, I’ve said it. Six weeks and all this uni work will be behind me, a thing of my past…
I feel like I’ve lost steam. I was someone who has studied, pretty much constantly through uni. Not skived. (well, once last year on my birthday, but not this year, or the first year…can you guys still believe I’m still the same person?) Well, isn’t that a conundrum, am I still the same person? Are any of us? And what truly defines us as people?
Anyway, I digress…yes…now I’ve lost steam. I feel like uni is actually making me less intelligent. Killing my brain cells…perhaps I’m just tired.
Rossy’s parents came over yesterday, and as usual I was filled with the familiar feeling of dread. But is wasn’t that bad, not really. I actually quite like them. But while we were eating lunch Rossy’s mum said ‘You know Aimee. I never thought you’d finish uni’.
It was one of those moments where everyone stops eating, looks at you and waits. I flushed red, mouth falling open.
‘Well,’ she continued, rather brazenly, ‘when I met you, you just worked in a café’.
…
First off, did just working in a café make me any less of a person? An intelligent human being? How many people leave uni and go into retail, catering or to work at egg? In our uni carers library it says that 80% of students after studying creative writing move on to work at Macky D’s…
But that all aside…did any of you think I would finish uni? Did i?
I am haunted by the thought that one of my biggest mistakes was quitting college the first time round, six weeks towards the end. And now I find that I am here again…six weeks towards the end of uni….
Strange, how time changes us.