Remember when I said, ‘Honey, I’m home’? Well, I lied.
It’s not totally my fault, though. University will be the fucking death of me (excuse my French) and whilst I’m kind of sad that my first year is over, I’m can now completely relax with my Doctor Who boxset and cooking guide on my Nintendo DS.
It only seems like yesterday that I was standing around clutching my A Level results and fearing that I would never go to Cov Uni with my stupid grades C, D, E (Media Studies, Classical Civilisation and English Lit respectively) but alas, I made it. Granted, I missed London (specifically my crazy family and Mutay (she crazy too)) like MAD but I had the best (and worst) time at Coventry. Despite it being rather small and quite boring.
No offense to girls from Essex girls but I’m going to be stirring clear of you guys, espeically the mouthy ones who think it’s alright to call a person an immigrant when I’m pretty sure that her mother is one as well. I’m referring to the fact that one of the girls in my group runs her mouth too much and should be locked away for rampant behaviour. She got into a fight with one of the Romanian girls in the group and started calling her a tw*t, f*cking d*ckhead, etc. etc. Most awkward moment in my life. Had to leave mid-arguments. Imagine being cramped in a small radio studio with six girls for several hours. You would expect an argument to surface especially given the fact that over the weekend a lot of bitching had occurred (I was a part of that. Shame faced. It’s not my fault that I thought the girl (let’s call her Sooty) didn’t do any work and just got off being gobby to everyone and generally being fucking LOUD (excuse my language, again)).
We started off so well as a group. Although, filming for a whole day for some stupid idea where a woman kills a man because she was abused (how common is that? NOT an original idea at all. They should have went with my idea with the fact that she was mental. Like Shutter Island.) and I was stuck with the editing and they wanted it Sin City style as in black and white with only the woman’s red dress being the only colour throughout the film. What did they think this was? An actual feature length film? And whilst I am good at editing, Final Cut Pro is not my forte thank you very much. We scrapped the whole abused idea, the two loudest people came up with an assisted suicide plot and we spent another whole day filming the bloody thing. I was a nurse. I thought the whole thing was rubbish but apparently other people on the module course liked it and we won ‘Best Silent Film 2011’. Thanks to my editing and my friend’s, Rawaa, filming. And maybe the girl’s idea but whatever.
In the end we got 66% for the whole module. At least we passed. Next time, I’m having at least a minimum of two guys in the group. Girls are too bitchy. Passed my Photoshop module with 64% as well. Pretty good considering I did it the day before it was due in.
I will not be going to China for 3 months. Rather, 4 and a half months. I will being leaving beginning of September and coming back mid January. I know. I KNOW. It’s scary, terrifying, (insert other synonyms for scary and terrifying) but exciting, exhilirating, (insert other… oh, you get the drift). 4 and a half months in a foreign country. I hope I don’t die of food allergy. My mother and Rob have already told me to be careful. I will definitely blog whilst I’m out there, possibly more on my university one because it is to do the university and our blog is like our portfolio. Good for prospective jobs. There’s a visa application to fill and form for extra funding from the university, although they are already paying for our flight and for the visa app. but I am certainly not complaining. May be getting somewhere between £300 – £500 extra. We’ll be rich. Kind of.
Still cannot believe that my first year has flown by so quickly. Only 2 more years left of uni, one of them to be spent with Roberto as it is his last year next year. We decided to move in together in the end, mainly to spend more time with each other befor he finishes university and because I didn’t want to live the other girl I was going to live with because I don’t know her that well and for all I know she could be.. eurgh. Hmm. We’re getting a two bedroom place anyway – so, it’s not like proper searching for a place to live together permanently or whatever. I’m excited.
How have you guys been? I have missed blogging. Just writing this blog has made me realise how much I missed. I’m on my summer holidays now, so I’ll keep you updated inbetween searching for this evasive job that I so badly want because I need money to sustain me in the this money-fueled society we live in.