I started Uni today.
Got up. Had an hour to spare. Somehow managed to be rushing about in the last minute anyway. Went to station, heart thudding, stomach heaving a little for reasons I couldn't quite pinpoint - I WAS late for the train, I suppose.
Missed train due to ammended timetable. Was waiting for another when I realised there wasn't another coming. Had to run down to road to catch connecting bus. Realised the place bus was connecting me to was infact ten minutes drive away.
Drove to next station. Mayhem due to trackwork and work-goers. JUST got a park. Had to run for train. Sat heavily into seat, puffing.
Drew in my small notebook all the way to Hamilton. Got off, got on new train. Walked to Uni. Made first lecture with a minute to spare. Shuffled my way through the seats to reach Bri and Ta.
Compared timetables with Bri while lecturer set up. I'd done mine wrong - had another lecture after this one, and not one tomorrow. Dang. But good, 'cos it didn't mean I'd miss work.
Lecturer 15 minutes in announces he is finished. We have 45 minutes to spare. Takes us on a walk to our Tutorial room.
I LOVE THE DESIGN BUILDING.
Have tutes on every floor, including the loft. Loving the desks.
Met with Gee, walked with her. Has a completely different Tute timetable to me. Dang again.
Have Tutes with Bri and Ee.
An hour to spare. Walk around Campus. Give up (bag heavy) and relocate outside the nursing Theatre lecture hall, where my next lecture is. Draw.
Draw.
Gee comes in, sits in ampitheatre with me.
Rest of class surge through door. Meet up with Ee, Bri and Tara.
Mutter excitedly to Ee and Gee about this elective. We have to complete 65 full A3 size self-portraits in the next 13 weeks.
Yyyuup.
Getting a degree for drawing random things. Am excited.
(Starting to feel a little pressure now. Must get into academic swing.)
Walk to train station. Get on, off, on train. Off again.
Visit Salvo's at Morrisset. It is so different from the ram-shackle, cozy treasure-trove it was when Me, Ess, Inoue, Jay, Tea, Bea, Aim and others visited it a year or so ago for Tea's kayaking get-to-gether. Makes me a little sad.
Found a nice stripy shirt/jacket/cut-off-just-below-chest thingamabob. $4
Came home.
Ate lunch at 2. Unwrapped a darling little brown package with red string I found in my mail from Ess.
Love Ess.
A stone, two small booklets, and a lovely small old Italiano-Inglese dictionary. Green, palm-sized, old perfection.
Big day. Now I have work to do.
Wishing Ess, Tea and Jay were here with me. But am really glad they have found such great places to be anyway.
why I'm here
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- indi
- I am trying to understand the entirety of my existence, and while I don't want to be preoccupied with figuring it all out, I suppose I am all the same.
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I read this, and I am sitting beside you - possibly practicing the art of sleeping through important classes, which I perfected - by your side, again - in school.
You're torn between letting me sleep, and waking me up - not sure which option''d best benefit me (or, if you're in a particularly vindictive mood, which'd cause me the most pain..). You'll probably try waking me a few times, knowing it is pointless, except to clear your conscience a little.
Or, if I've actually gotten some sleep (possible on the train beforehand), we'll sit there drawing to our hearts content - though you and your multitasking awesomeness would probably end up with notes on the whole lecture, while I came out with a sheet of chicken scratch covered in random musings.
We'd make paper planes, and launch them from the loft. Then we'd get really excited, and in the spur of the moment, go something hideously funny (to ourselves) and dangerous, and the tutor would kick us out. Maybe not. But we'd manage to get on the tutor's bad side somehow (but they'd have trouble hating us completely because we'd absolutely pimp in our artsy projects, so we'd have this love-hate thing going...)
AND IT WOULD BE AWESOME.
(...what was the point of this comment again?!)
I regret not having gotten into UNCLE, but it would have been school all over again for me. There'd be the love and the potential, but also the constant lack of effort or sufficient "awake" hours.
It's for the best that I'm here, but I can't help but feel like I'm missing out - I would love to be there with you, and to be able to help you out when you needed it.
But I'm here, and you're there. All I can offer is the promise of constant sendings of love in the mail (btw, I found the letter I sent! Turns out I put the wrong address, and it got sent back to me. I've sent it again - in with the rest of my package to you all, which I've sent to Ess's place.)
Much love, and I hope your first week is all excitement and awesomeness.
~ sparrow.
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