Last day of the holidays today. I am sat back in halls, I don't think too many people yet it's very quiet. Which is good because they can't hear me singing along full pelt to the Rent soundtrack (~guilty pleasure~). Well typically I didn't get half the things done I wanted to. I did the essay, all bar the pernickity formatting hoops to jump through. It's not bad. It's not amazing, but it'll do. Now I have to waffle another 2000 words on how I work in a group and how it makes me feel. And revise because in two weeks I have my last AMK and combined competency in two days.
My bags are all still packed around me. I hate unpacking. I like it when everything has a place, but not the act of putting things in their place. Can I just click my fingers please? Mr came down for five whole days. It was amazing. A shame I had to spend most of it working or writing my essay, but it's nice to just do normal things, every visit doesn't have to . We used vouchers and went for a couple of really nice meals out, and had a big family get together with Mum's side of the family for a late Easter gathering. It was lovely.
There's only six weeks left of term. That is a very strange thought, six weeks of being a first year. It's gone so quickly and I've enjoyed every moment. Even though it's this far through, and I moan about work I have to do, I honestly wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I still can't quite believe it. The Student Room is filling with next year's Freshers and in a funny way I'm a little bit jealous. It doesn't seem that long since it was my exciting news. Fingers crossed it'll continue and I can be an over-excited second year too :)