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Sep. 15th, 2009 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishSecond day back.
We now have to sign in for each class. Yes, I'm now 6 years old and am not there because I want to be. Actually, if I had my way I wouldn't be there until I know if I've passed 3rd year... Monday at 4ish the results are up, until then I'm a giant ball of stress with significant upper back pain from being hunched up. We're stuck in the basement for the rest of the week - no natural light, no air circulation, fluorescent lighting, way way way too hot. Not happy. Extra fun is no mobile reception down there, which, fine, we shouldn't have phones on during class, but when the person giving the class has a woman on the other side of the country about to pop a sprog, you kinda want to be contactable. So we sat and watched waterbirth videos and heard funny stories. Don't think I'd like one of them waterbirth thingies, gimme a small dark warm soundproof room (I suspect I'd moo) and lemme get on with it myself with no-one near me.
Glad to see everyone again, but feeling like an impostor, like I don't belong there anymore. Won't believe I do until I see that I'm officially a 4th year. I've never been one of them before, I'd quite like to do it this time, universe.
Couple of hours in the Library (always needs a capital there, mmm Library) mooching around in the Lecky for domestic violence stuff and hunting for ways of knowing stuff with Liz.
Did not sleep well last night, so am very train of thoughty. Woken at half two and half three by someone trying to call me (we do NOT encourage that sort of behaviour by answering the phone, no we doesn't) and again at half four by poopy doggy. Poor old lady doggie, she's not having a good week.
Long long day in the bowels of the old gas building tomorrow. That's gonna be as much fun as it sounds. But self-directed day Thursday, which is yay.
We now have to sign in for each class. Yes, I'm now 6 years old and am not there because I want to be. Actually, if I had my way I wouldn't be there until I know if I've passed 3rd year... Monday at 4ish the results are up, until then I'm a giant ball of stress with significant upper back pain from being hunched up. We're stuck in the basement for the rest of the week - no natural light, no air circulation, fluorescent lighting, way way way too hot. Not happy. Extra fun is no mobile reception down there, which, fine, we shouldn't have phones on during class, but when the person giving the class has a woman on the other side of the country about to pop a sprog, you kinda want to be contactable. So we sat and watched waterbirth videos and heard funny stories. Don't think I'd like one of them waterbirth thingies, gimme a small dark warm soundproof room (I suspect I'd moo) and lemme get on with it myself with no-one near me.
Glad to see everyone again, but feeling like an impostor, like I don't belong there anymore. Won't believe I do until I see that I'm officially a 4th year. I've never been one of them before, I'd quite like to do it this time, universe.
Couple of hours in the Library (always needs a capital there, mmm Library) mooching around in the Lecky for domestic violence stuff and hunting for ways of knowing stuff with Liz.
Did not sleep well last night, so am very train of thoughty. Woken at half two and half three by someone trying to call me (we do NOT encourage that sort of behaviour by answering the phone, no we doesn't) and again at half four by poopy doggy. Poor old lady doggie, she's not having a good week.
Long long day in the bowels of the old gas building tomorrow. That's gonna be as much fun as it sounds. But self-directed day Thursday, which is yay.
