Well, holy mother of mong. I can't actually believe I have to go back to Durham on Friday. After spending 6 months back here doing not much at all and generally farting away my year abroad, it seems weird going back into a situation where I'm going to actually have to work. Bloody hard too, seeing as it's my final year.
I still have so much to do - completely ignoring everything I have to buy before I go back, there's tons of reading to do and a year abroad essay to complete (which needs so much more work doing to it - why oh why did I leave it until the last minute?!?!??!).
Currently going through UCAS applying for Midwifery courses. It looks like I'll probably end up in London because I don't think I meet the entry requirements for the Manchester course. Still, I've always wanted to live in London and I've got friends there, so it could be a good thing. My personal statement for it sounds a little bit cheesy - I'm not too sure I wanted to go down the whole "I just want to make a difference" route but, no matter how many times I screwed it up and re-started it, invariably that's how it ended up. I guess all personal statements are a bit like that, though. Especially for the health professions - job satisfaction, personal rather than financial rewards blah blah blah. I managed to cram in all the relevant experience I've ever had, which is a bonus, especially the bit about me being a nanny (even though it was informal and only for about 2 weeks all in all!)
I really hope I get in *somewhere*. I've never really had this much focus for anything else ever, and I think I'd be really good at it.
Speaking of which, congratulations on
broomster and
caz on their new arrival - the pics of which only made me more excited about possibly being able to help future new mums squeeze out massive baby beasts.
Got my mp3 player working again. It just needed a good charge. Well, don't we all?
If anyone wants to come and stay in Durham you're more than welcome! I have a floor!!!!
Right. Packing.