Back at uni
Well then, now that I’ve cleared out the SPAM comments bin (nice and easy, given the refreshing lack of actual comments) I can write a new – overdue – blog post.
As the title of this blog oh-so-subtly suggests I’m back at uni for a new year, which is actually pretty good. If I’m not positive now, then nobody will get to see the many stages of my decline from being happy to being a homicidal maniac through my blog, so for that purpose I must say I’m happy. =D. No, really, I’m happy being back at uni, even if it’s taking a bit to get back into the swing of things. I’m actually supposed to be working on an essay at the moment, come to think of it, but blogging for the first time in ages is more interesting than that.
There’s apparently a record number of students doing honours in linguistics this year, which is good. The more people crammed into the lecturer’s office for our little weekly get-together the better! What What I do need to do is get back into reading and such a bit more diligently – which I think I need to take heed of and start working on the aforementioned essay so I’ll cut to the exciting part of the news:
Yesterday, the whole ‘being back at uni’ thing took a very unexpected upturn, because I scored myself a scholarship offer from the university. Now, as much as I was awesomely happy with my marks last semester and all, I didn’t have my hopes up about getting a scholarship, mainly because I just thought my marks weren’t good enough. Apparently they were! Either that or someone in the scholarships department has a thing for me, based solely on my marks and without knowing me. OR they stalk me. I’m going to guess it’s the former with a small grain of suspicion in my mind about the latter. In any case, it’s amazing and has reassured me in some way that I’m doing the right thing – if the uni’s giving me money to keep going then I must be doing something right, yeah?
Hopefully that thought will hold me in good stead as I steadily lose my mind throughout the year. Tune in here to see that happen (along with some random linguistics/photography/computers/random babbling once in a while – probably becoming less and less coherent as the year continues. Cocktail umbrella.)