Happier things!

This time last year I was looking forward to first year. Not looking forward to the commuting but figured I'd manage. Wasn't entirely certain that I believed that the school of midwifery was in the old gas building on D'Olier Street and wondered how big the place was inside to fit things like practical rooms. (It's not, hence the trip to James' every week.)

Now I'm looking forward to second year. I really, really am. Such excitement at learnin' new stuff, at doing new things, at meeting new people! Especially at meeting the incoming first years. I'll still be a guinea pig but that's ok, I'm used to that now. I'm looking forward to standing in the one spot in the foyer where everything you say is echoed and mooing which may not help remove my crazy lady image. I'm looking forward to seeing the classmates and lecturers who are all wonderful wonderful people, the few days around dad's query PE scare really showed that. I'm looking forward to the immediately drinkable lattes from the coffee shop - I pay for coffee, I want to be able to glug it back straight away. They realise their customers are mostly buying right before lectures and will get turfed out for drinking in class.

Monday at 9 I'm back. I'm back. And it's all so very very good. I'd apologise in advance for the bouncing that's going to happen, but we all know I'm not sorry for that. I love what I do. Even when it upsets me. But that just shows I care, right?