So little is properly happening here that is exciting that I don’t feel the need to post as often about my daily/weekly activities. That said, I don’t feel as good about my blog when I don’t post as often, it’s a bit lose-lose really. It’s hard to believe that in a month, we will no longer be teacher, we’ll no longer be in Roi-Et, we’ll be back travelling again. Continue reading “In a months time…”
I am a Graduate. It has been official for a week now. Well, 8 days. I have uploaded all the photographs and shown them to various interested parties. I have written a post about it here to capture my thoughts on the day. I have ordered my official photographs. I’ve organised my certification and booklets from the day. Once that was done, which took me all of one afternoon, I have literally done nothing. A complete, huge, diddly squit. Nada.
The big things I meant to do were locate my passport and tidy/organise my bedroom. I would like to stress at this point that I don’t think my passport is lost, I have filed it in an EXTREMELY safe place, I have just forgotten where that place is. Very annoying, especially as I am travelling soon and need to begin organising visas etc. Let’s not panic yet, eh? And my room. Well I have been meaning to do that since I graduated. I did quite a bit when I first moved back in, but it’s really not as simple as that. My room is small, and I have a lot of stuff, and at the moment I have issues with actually moving in there. I find that when I try to sort stuff, the space I put it into to sort then blocks the place I am trying to sort it into, and vice versa. And with the hot weather (I really do my best not to complain too much with the weather, and just to be thankful when it is warm, but…) being so attractive at the moment, I just don’t want to lock myself away in a room that is already pretty damn stuffy and heat filled. I will get it done. At some point. Before my parents get home from their holiday.
Everything is finishing: my job, living away from home, and the biggie: University.
Most of my work experience has involved a few months here and there, or working with older colleagues, or been something to get enough money to complete my next adventure (Kenya, Iceland, University…) This bar job was a little different. To a point, I missed working, but I also wanted to make as much money to do something when I finished my degree (this was originally going to be buy a house – how exciting). Working for Lancaster Uni tourguiding, and later designated alcohol provider and hangover solver has been a really joy, I’ve met some awesome people, and even though I knew it had to end, I wasn’t expecting the slight hole that would be left when I no longer poured pints or prepared pizzas. To anyone and everyone who I’ve served this year’ it has been a pleasure; to all those I’ve worked with, you know who you are, thanks, it’s been memorable.
Considering how much leaving a job of a year has left me, I am sure you’ll understand how much the next bit is hitting me. Well, I say that, I’m slightly lying. I have watched my friends have that moment of realisation. I don’t know if it’s because I worked later than them, whether it just hasn’t hit me yet, or whether I am just cold-hearted, but I haven’t had that ”wow, it’s over moment” yet. Maybe it will come when I move out for the last time, and move back into my parents house for the tangible future. I don’t think I am too bad when I move back in (sorry if I am Mum) and I am extremely thankful I can just move back in, but it just doesn’t feel like home anymore. Once you’ve lived on your own, it really sucks to move back in with your parents, and their way of doing things.
With the end of University comes the end of 18 years of education. For along time, especially during some of my early months in Lancaster, I had been waiting eagerly for this freedom, but now that it has arrived, I don’t know what to do with myself. I have been in education since I was 4, so excluding my gap year (in which I worked for resits and looked forwards to uni) I have spent 18 years developing, learning, and living in a regimented world in which I felt comfortable, but also, in which I felt like I had a purpose and a place. Throughout these years, I have said so many times ‘I don’t want to do that’ or ‘I don’t want to go in today’ or ‘God, this is boring’. I hate to admit it, but whenever parents, or teachers, or any generic but legitimate adult says to you ‘One day you will look back and think they were the best days of your life, so don’t waste them” they were so right. Continue reading “The beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning?”