A month. Four weeks. About 30 days. Doesn't seem like much does it?
Never does to me anyhow.
And because of that, it often amazes me how much can change in so little time.
I has been, one month and a day since I started my first day at college - and I have to say, a lot feels like it's changed.
I've made many (maybe not many.... a couple.... some?) of friends (well, people that can tolerate me at least!). These people have made my reintroduction to the British education system exciting, interesting and more than fun. They have been my reminders, bag holder, problem fixers and connection makers, and have done more than their fair share to help me out.
I'm having a whole load of fun with each of my courses (three, or now two, of which I was never intending to do.) Learning about the world, healthy debate, strange views, extreme feminists and fantastic literature, all combined to make my learning experience fantastic.
I have met some awesome musicians, all very talented, and indulge myself by attending the open mic once a week, and listening to them cock-up a plethora of my favourite songs, to the point, almost, of tears (I mean who could do that to 'Sweet Child Of Mine'? Or even *clutches face in horror* 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'?!).
I have found the worlds most wonderful T-rex impression, and fallen for it, helplessly.
I have been thrown in at the deep end in biology, and learnt all about things I could never possibly hope to understand, and then run away again.
I have developed several different versions of the same handshake for several different people (and am now becoming increasingly confused about who's is who's).
I have been served what is possibly the worlds worst rendition of fish and chips.
It is possible (although I myself am not entirely sure) that I have been a underground alcohol trafficking mule - because that blackcurrant juice did not taste right....
I have fallen down a half flight of stairs twice (thankfully, both times, no one was present to see.)
I have learnt a load of psychology theory that, in reality, I already knew....
I've gotten myself a new job - and managed to break only one EMPTY beer bottle so far.
In essence, it has been a month of great change. I say great because that's what they are - I've had a fantastic time, it's been wonderful, and as much as I miss my old job and old friends, I love where I am now. Change is wonderful, to be stuck in a life as organic and flowing as this, never knowing what might happen and occur - and it can be frightening, terrifying to know that it might all go wrong any second; one false word, one false step into the street and BAM! It's all gone... But that's what makes it so thrilling. Right?
I left where I was, not only because I wanted to pursue this academic adventure, not only to make friends, but to cut off and cover the exposed nerves that were part of my "old life". Some parts remain, some friends stay in touch, and I welcome them. But to those who tried to hold me back for their own selfish means and whims, I feel, even at this early stage, that I can say I have achieved. This new life, this new adventure that I am partaking in - It's amazing! And I can't thank everyone who supported me, helped me and encouraged me enough, because they've helped make it possible.
And I can't thank all my new friends enough, for their support and guidance, laughter and encouragement. They have been what has truly made my experience so brilliant. It wouldn't be right unless I included them (two specifically) properly.
Hayley, who is there when I need to find a police station, advice on mascara and a girly afternoon. Whom I support wholeheartedly in all her funny adventures, and whom I never miss a back-handed compliment from.Hayley, who bravely weathers my strange fashion sense, and awful renditions of classic rock songs that tend to rhyme with her name. Hayley - I am sorry I stole your friends, but they have added immensely to my life, some of them more than others *wink wink*.
James, the one with the perfect T-rex impression, who courageously braved a Nerf war in my house, ate my food and spoke with my family. James, who puts up with my cruel ridicule, my mockery of his hair, my over-childishness, my strange musical whims, idiocy and freezing cold hands. James.....
....you're alright ....really.
I would like to thank all of the people at Pizza Hut for employing me and helping me through my training, as well as occasionally giving me the offcuts for they're waffles.... however, none of them are my friends, so they'll never see it anyway.
Change isn't always bad; your life will flow with change, and it may terrify or excite beyond measures you've ever experienced, but your life will shape and grow around change - and when someone tells you that you can't, rub it in their stupid face, because they're wrong. You can.
And so, click here for a song, because I've just worked out how to do this ting!
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