Personal Blogs

This is not a good start to meeting fellow students... My mum did meet me in Bristol yesterday and she did buy me cocktails as promised, to congratulate me on getting the last B3 assignment in. We did get home drunk and we did go to the pub on our way home, and we did call into tesco and buy an enourmous pudding which I guess we ate. We went to bed not long after 4am. My alarm went off at 9am. I sleepily looked at train times. Running slow over the weekend; the only one that gets me to Bristol before 11am leaves at 9.35. SHIT!! Chucked a few text books in my bag, downed a pint of water, ran to the train station (a record 9 minutes!), and caught the train. That's only the start. The train is due in at 10.40, the tutorial is at 11, and I don't know where it is. Yet. I know where it is in words... The regional centre in Bristol, but I don't know where it is really if that makes sense. I intended to look online but that fell apart in the rush, and my phone cries when it has to download a picture, so that's not an option. I'm hoping it's the massive OU building I walk past when I'm heading from Temple Meads to the train station - well that's where I'm going. If that isn't it, then I'll be so pissed off that I didn't just stay in bed. To add to the huge panic that is now rising, I look how I feel. For a first meeting of fellow course members, I don't think this is going to set a good impression at all. Not at all! And I'm going to have to give my real name I guess so there'll be no hiding who I am. I haven't even got a bloody pen. Bugger! And I haven't looked at the tutorial presentation thing that got mailed to me the other day because I was pulling a B3 miracle off. And then sleeping and getting drunk. Oh, and I haven't read the text books either. I have stuck a picture of an ear by the bed (from the text book, not just a weird ear), so I know what the inside of my ear looks like. Hopefully that will see me through the 2 hours. I have no idea what to expect, I'm worried I'm not heading for the right place, and overall I'm having to question why I'm even on this train. I must be completely mad. By the time I get there, if I get there, I will be a nervous wreck, and what's the betting they make us play some terrifying 'introduce yourself' game, or even just the one where they go round the room one by one, asking why you want to learn the stuff you haven't learnt. Shit, I don't know if it's nerves or hangover that's making me feel so anxious. If anything, I think the hangover is dampening the usual anxieties, because although my heart is starting to pound, I don't feel like I'm going to pass out just yet, and given the circumstances, that's quite cool by my standards. Anyway, better go, the woman next to me thinks I'm sending an 18 page text. Ha ha. Apologies to all who meet me today - next time I'll strive to be on better form!!!