I'm half way through my second semester of my second year and I can't think of anything more boring than being at uni.
To be honest, I'm not really a regular student. I don't spend all my loan on alcohol, I don't get blindo drunk when I do go for a night out and most of all, I don't actually live where I'm going to uni.
I'm one of those mad fools who commutes to and from with a massive bag of crap on my back! However, commuting can create some amazing excuses why I don't go in. A simple, "my train got cancelled" covers for me plenty of time - good old National Rail and it's inconsistency!
Overcast view from my train |
As I write this, I'm sitting on the train. The 40 minute journey I take to and from uni twice a week is a bore! It may have some occasionally pretty views but apart from that it reminds me that I'm about to spend about 6 hours sitting in lectures (yes, I'm writing this at midday and my lectures don't start til 2.15, you do the maths!)
Stupidly heavy bag that contains my life! |
Bugger...that reminds me, I have to do my dissertation proposal!