So now it's June.... Not quite sure when that happened. Where did the first year of University go? It doesn't seem five minutes since I moved in, and now I'm getting ready to leave and go home.
At the moment I'm doing exams and trying to motivate myself to do some kind of revision. I've had Religious Studies so far, and that seemed to go well as far as I could tell. My timing was spot on though, so I'm clearly not out of practice in doing exams like I thought I would be. I have Politics on Saturday (what kind of sick person puts an exam on a Saturday?),so I'm trying to cram a years worth of work into my head at the moment. I can't say it's going very well. The theory and practice of Liberal Democracy is as dull as it sounds. The only interesting thing is the practice of international relations, and that's only because it's all about how the US messed around with Latin America.
Then I have History on the 8th, which is what? Tuesday? At 9.30. 9.30 in the morning. I'll have to get up at around 7 o'clock so I'm awake enough for the actual exam to think straight.
I think it's going to be very strange coming home for such a long period of time, and knowing that when I go back it will be second year. Thankfully I got all of the History modules that I wanted; quite a few things about 20th Century Germany, one about genocide, in search of the underclass: 1970s onwards, the third reich in film, one about the collapse of the empire in India and...I can't remember any others, but it should be a really exciting year. I'm doing all modules that interest me, so I'm looking forward to it.
Keisha, Jess and I went for an interview today to be kitchen reps net year. I hope we get it. It would be awesome to be a rep, and not just because you get a free t-shirt. The interview seemed to go well, I'm just not sure how many people applied, and how many people they need. But if we get it, it means I'll have a week of looking after a load of new people and trying to make sure they don't get too drunk and/or lost. The art of not getting too drunk is something I need to master. I think it's mainly because the last few times I've been out I haven't really eaten during the day, but nevertheless, waking up in bed and not being entirely sure what happened the night before, or how you got home is not something I enjoy. Luckily last time I went out (went to the Carleton, a club in Morecombe that you either love or hate, that serves a drink called a 'Stiffen': 4 vodkas and red bull in a glow in the dark glass...kick ass), Cameron came round the morning after, made me breakfast and generally looked after me. :)
Anyway, I should get to bed. Up at 9 again tomorrow to try and learn something about Politics that will ensure I get the 40% pass rate. Very *very* glad that I've dropped it and I don't have to endure it next year.
Hope you're all well xxx