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Sep. 18th, 2008 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishThis very very nearly turned into a post about a year in the life of my uterus. Probably best that it got changed to random twaddle.
I'm kindof a third year. For the third time at third level. This is scary. Anyone else terrified that in just over two years I'll be doing what I do for real? Cos I know I am. Interestingly there had been no crisis of faith for months, not since the beginning of second year and even then it wasn't real. Hey, it looks like I'm sticking this out! Cool. I like it.
Really must find my uniform. I know it's in the wardrobe somewhere, but, er, I've a lot of wardrobe space. 5 drawer chest of same, wardrobe wider than I am tall, all for just not so little old me. For someone who only owns two pairs of non-work trousers it's a lot of space, but it's ok - I filled it with shoes and handbags and hats. Which is why I can't find my work trousers. Or work shoes, worryingly. Yes, I may have my priorities confused there.
Have a cold. Slightly annoying, but nothing some paracetamol, lots of rest and lots of juice won't fix. Mum claims that others were sick before she came back from forn parts, but that's not what my memory says.
Seriously. Two years? And then I'm qualified? Eeek! Oh gods oh gods oh gods. *hides under duvet*
I'm kindof a third year. For the third time at third level. This is scary. Anyone else terrified that in just over two years I'll be doing what I do for real? Cos I know I am. Interestingly there had been no crisis of faith for months, not since the beginning of second year and even then it wasn't real. Hey, it looks like I'm sticking this out! Cool. I like it.
Really must find my uniform. I know it's in the wardrobe somewhere, but, er, I've a lot of wardrobe space. 5 drawer chest of same, wardrobe wider than I am tall, all for just not so little old me. For someone who only owns two pairs of non-work trousers it's a lot of space, but it's ok - I filled it with shoes and handbags and hats. Which is why I can't find my work trousers. Or work shoes, worryingly. Yes, I may have my priorities confused there.
Have a cold. Slightly annoying, but nothing some paracetamol, lots of rest and lots of juice won't fix. Mum claims that others were sick before she came back from forn parts, but that's not what my memory says.
Seriously. Two years? And then I'm qualified? Eeek! Oh gods oh gods oh gods. *hides under duvet*
