Category Archives: From The Heart

The times…

Be careful. This one’s from the heart, not the brain.

This is the last week of lectures. I can’t actually believe it. It seems like only yesterday when I moved into my empty room for the first time.

In the weeks leading up to university I hadn’t thought about it. It was only as much as “Yea, I’m going to university in 2 weeks”. Never did I truly think about what it would be like to actually be at university. It’s probably because nothing can prepare you for it. It’s not life as you know it. I used to live at home, have my meals cooked for me, have clothes washed for me, went to school at the same time every morning and met friends when I’d arranged. At university it’s so different.

Being a “Fresher” is almost over. Next year, I’ll still feel like a fresher, I’ll probably even feel like a six-former (Do you ever feel like an adult?). Why does life have to move so fast? My only regret this year is that it’s already over. If only it could go slower so I could really soak up the wonderful times. The times when I met new friends and felt welcome. The first time when I went to Rubix and felt like a real student. The first stage crew meeting when I was really excited to learn new things. The fresher’s fair where I felt daunted by the people, but felt secure in the company I had. The times I’m walking around campus, see someone I know and feel included. The long talks with housemates where I learn about feelings and how other people see the world. The times I went to lectures and fell asleep because I had stayed up until 4am with Stage Crew. Being elected as VEO and feeling I’ve accomplished something. Getting a house and feeling like an adult. Being mentioned in other people’s conversions and feeling part of the group. For the first time in my life, feeling completely and fully happy with where I was and who I was with. My housemates this year: Sophie, Lauren and Mariana, have been the most amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending time with and I know that the times we’ve spent together will be remembered for years and years to come. May we always be friends.

If university was ever this inspiring, no wonder I couldn’t imagine what it would be like. I’ve loved it. And not just a little. It’s been the best times I’ve ever had.

How can I be so happy living in a small, dingy room, studying a course that is the hardest and most challenging work I’ve ever done? Because I’m included, I’m valued, I have my place and I get the best feelings of belonging when I need them most.

Life isn’t about where you live or how hard you work. It’s about the people you meet along the way.

The Mint Years…

Just a quick one to say that I am still alive and still very busy. I promise that the accommodation post is on it’s way, if only there were more hours in the day!

Work is keeping me up, but not really in a bad way. I’m on top of it all (for now!) and I’m actually enjoying some of it!

Today I made a cake (with Phil, who lives in the same building as me). This time it was 4 tiers. I’ve taken some pictures for your viewing pleasure…

Cake v2 (5)

Phil making the icing.

Cake v2 (3)

The cake (without icing)

Cake v2 (8)

The finished cake. Just don’t think about the calories. Or the sugar…

And to the title of this post: In 2002/3 I bought 2 big tubs of mint imperials. I mean HUGE tubs. Little did I know at the time that those mints would go through so much. They’ve been to Germany, Paris and China, survived my SATS, GCSE’s, A-Levels and have seen me though the best of times and the worst of times. Despite expiring in June 05, the mints have been a constant throughout my life and provided me with the fresh breath and occasional light snack I needed. However, on Thursday 26 February 2009, I ate the last of those mints. It was the end of a finite period in my life which from this day forth will be forever known as “the mint years”. May my minty memories live on forever……

  • Happiness: 7/10
  • Workload: 7/10
  • Last meal: Stir-Fry thing with noodles & Cake! (not at the same time)
  • Thought for the day: Must talk to sis about visiting in April

Being Home

This weekend I took a trip back through time to the place where I used to sleep. It wasn’t the first time back, not at all, but it was different.

When you go home it’s amazing how quickly you fall back into your pattern. As soon as I walked in James said “Hi Charles” just as if I’d got back from school. It takes you back for a moment.

Getting breakfast just like I used to. Everyone is still the same. It’s like a small time capsule I can go to, it’s nice to know it’s there.

I’m sounding as if I miss home, but that isn’t the case (sorry mum). Why did no-one tell me how great university was, I mean, what is there not to like? It’s so great to always be slightly outside you’re comfort zone, to meet new people, to do things you’ve always wanted to do… feel so great.

I love what’s happening to me. I can only hope that this is only the tip of the iceberg, the start of the journey and the face of things to come.

I don’t really know what’s brought this on, but I thought I’d share that with you. Share the smile. Go on, you know you want to.

  • Happiness: 8/10
  • Workload: 7/10
  • Last meal: Tuna pasta (ole student favourite)
  • Thought for the day: Cock up your beaver!