The dog ate it.
Shhh.... Talk softly.
I'm at college at the moment... In the library pretending to look up things about Teachers and the Law on the internet. I'm not really working though because my favourite boy is whispering in my ear with his soft Irish lilt...
He's telling me all about how he misses his girlfriend in Dublin.
Bugger.
Instant is fine thanks.
I'm shattered, in love with a man from Northern Ireland, actually don't know anything about history, don't drink pints, but do drink too much wine and have to make sense of this before I can go to sleep.
I gave up glamour, dossing, free pink champagne and tall skinny latte's for this life you know!
Some girls
Lord, I'm so tired. Tired in a good and happy way, but also tired in a lack of blogging inspiration way. So, forgive me for the slackness of this entry, but to sum up my first day at college, I learnt:
- The name of Elizabeth I astrologer
- That boys are much easier to be friends with than girls (my new best friend is a boy *shock*)
- That I miss my best friend Isobel terribly and want to smoke behind the bike sheds with her sometimes
- That some girls don't actually wear any make up or wash their hair for their first day at school (they must be much more secure than me, I spent 20 minutes getting my face to look 'natural')
- That I am going on a field trip on Friday to look at castles in Wales at 8am (agh).
- That I am going on a Weekend bonding session to the Lake District on the 17th Sept and may have to walk up a hill, or fell or some such activity.
- That the thought of walking up a hill in the Lake District did not displease me, nor did the idea of ending up in a cosy pub with my new friends and some red wine to talk about the battle of Naseby.
- That despite my white stiletto boots I am obviously still a geek.
- But then so is everyone else on my course
- That people seem somehow scared of me.
- That this may be because I was the only person out of the whole year of 550 in the lecture theatre who raised their hand and admitted to seeing the Madonna Concert
- Still, as a result I was the only student who understood the lecture on reinvention.
- That at least half of the male PE students are completely fuckable
- But the 19 year old student nurses will probably be stealing my thunder in that respect.
- That this course is incredibly hard going so I am going to really really have to want to do it.
- And I do really really want to do it....
So far, so good - so thank you for your happy thoughts!
1st day at school...
- Outfit agonised over - check
- Awake and blogging at stupidly early time - check
- Good luck messages arrive from lovely friends - check
- Bag packed with pens and pencils - check
- Absolute terror at being a student for the first time in 6 years well hidden under a layer of mascara - check.
Oh. God.
Today.
Today I have to register at my college. I start my lessons properly on Monday.
After all of this time waiting for this moment, it would seem inevitable to forget why I am really taking my PGCE and what initially triggered my desire to be a history teacher. Certainly, I have been spending more time worrying about my hair than about the course content in the past few days... but then perhaps that is a defence mechanism because my hair is so much easier to control (even when it's humid).
But I was just watching the last documentary by Simon Schama about the History of Britain while I ate my breakfast and I found myself in tears as footage was showed of Winston Churchills funeral (certain parts of history - like the death of a great man - have always affected me physically). My passion for what I am about to do is still there because I adore my subject, because I am so proud of the history of this country and it's (not always noble) past which is flowing through my vains.
Lord, but I sound totally overdramatic (I blame Winstons rousing speeches) but I think what I am trying to convey here is that this afternoon I'm about to take a huge leap of faith not into the unknown, but into the welcome arms of a lost lover who has so much more to teach me.
I'm so excited, not that I get to flirt with the students, hang out at the cheap bar and get 10% discount in Topshop, but rather that finally, after a very long time away... I am coming home.
A cup of tea and a quick battle of hastings.
This weekend was my sisters birthday weekend and so it's fair to say that I hurt today. Now, while, I'm not naive enough to claim that I will never drink again, certainly at the moment as least it's a possibility (unless I can find some left over bloody Mary mix in the kitchen - in which case I take it all back!).
Still, enough complaining, because today I have much important college work to do. I have the history of Britain to learn (I'm up to George II so far) and I've just remembered that sky has 4, FOUR, four, f.o.u.r history chanels. So, that's my day planned right there.
What do you mean that standard of education in this country is slipping? Shhhh, keep it down can't you, some of us have a bit of a headache.