I am female, 24 years old, was born in Cornwall but well travelled (having lived in South Africa and Qatar) a first year a chain smoker when nervous and it's clear that years of abuse with chocolate hasn't gone in my favour.
But here I am day one and starting university!
Fuck
I get a lift in on my first day (thanks to the step dad) however in a bid to avoid traffic I arrive an hour and a half early.
Keen bean or just bloody stupid, you decide!
I've been wandering around campus trying to take it all in and get to know my surroundings, however that said I doubt I'll remember any of it with the thick blanket of fog that's decided to make an appearance today. I've found some where to perch and smoke also found another dirty smoker so we sparked up conversation, he's starting his first year on an engineering degree, whereas I am a first year journalism student. That managed to waste about 5 minutes. Great only another hour or so to go.
Also may I point out that it's raining, not the kinda downpour to drench you, but that annoying kinda rain that just kinda ruins your day. Because of this my perfectly straight hair is no longer. After so much effort this morning it is quite frustrating to now have to scrape my hair up. To give you an idea of what I'm looking like, imagine a samurai, or come to think of it any of the dwarfs from lord of the rings!
Anyway I ventured out of the rain and into The Stannary, (a.k.a The Student Union) where I perched and wrote this in the vain attempt that I didn't look like a complete recluse, to be honest I don't think it worked, if anything I made it worse as it looked like I was writing a diary (this was written by hand first before being transferred on here)
Nine forty five, nearly time. Make another cheeky rollie will help calm my nerves.
I wander over with loads of time to spare, and then I get lost! I can feel my face getting redder as I start to panic, after all this I'm actually going to be late.
Ask for some directions (more than once)
and finally FOUND IT.
Lecture one lets do this.
