Weeks 2-6 at University

I cannot believe it has been 6 weeks I’ve been here! It’s gone so quickly. I am super happy and everything is working out great, I really need to work on my schedule but otherwise all is wonderful.

I have been getting up an hour before I need to be somewhere and working late at night sleepily. Ideally I need to get up at 7am everyday and work in the library when i’m not in lectures, the same amount will get done but I feel like it’ll be more productive as i’m not half asleep! Also then I get to relax in the evenings. My first two essays are due the 15th of November and next week is a reading week so I have no lectures, hopefully by mid week they will be finished and I can spend the last few days re-reading and perfecting.


Going to University!

Tomorrow I will start University at 25 after wanting to attend for many years. I’ve always wanted to be a Historian and I went through school top of my class in anything academic (do not ever speak of P.E). I fully intended going all the way until we moved and my GCSEs suffered greatly. This led  to many years of trying different things like NVQs and the Open Uni, I even enrolled two years in a row on an Access course only for the course to be cancelled! I never stopped trying but as the years went on and I had been out of education longer and longer I started to worry.

It was reading The Everyday Goth’s posts about her experience at College that encouraged me to finally try an Access course again at 24. I discovered through my tutor the most perfect University and course, it was unbelievable how amazing it all was. The only downside to the course is it is so far from my family, this really does hurt. I am so happy to be here and cannot wait to start learning!

Week one at University

I’ve lived in the town and my new accommodation for  5 days  and it has been interesting even though I haven’t officially started yet.  I’m so happy and excited to finally be here and  I have very easily settled.

On Tuesday I traveled for twelve hours, from the spare room at my Dad’s to my new home. The journey was perfect, it had no delays and I even managed to navigate London. The house is good for a student place. My housemates are nice, I went straight in to a private student rental and was worried as I had never met them but the worrying was for nothing as like I said they are lovely.

I have had a small cry or two, I’m never bothered by being in new places and am not worried about uni in general, it’s just being so far away from my family does hurt. However the course I wanted was only at this University, so it still feels like the right thing to do.

I’m very satisfied with how it has all gone but so far all I’ve done is wander about town and sort my room out. The next week is all inductions, tours, etc, so I will get to actually see the campus, as so far it’s been closed. All in all, a good, pleasant week.



Relationship with Books: A declutter

If asked what my bad habits were I would only ever name things relating to books. Whether it is having no self control buying them, staying up all night reading, packing too many when travelling or accidentally spending an entire social event hiding with a book, the list is long but happily accepted.  What I’ve spent years trying to beat is the hoarding of books. Not loved ones, I will always be surrounded by books, I mean ones no longer wanted.  I tried everything but it always resulted in bags full of books waiting to leave but  never quite going, slowly but surely slipping back on to my shelves. I asked myself why I could not give them up and used wanting to be surrounded by books and the visual site of them creating joy as an excuse but they were now an annoyance, spoiling my collection.

I can finally say they are gone! The method I discovered that worked was acting as though it was a library book or borrowed from a friend, would I buy it or make a note to read again. If not, in the bag it went.  I forgot before pictures, honestly books were everywhere. My under-bed storage was full of them, the shelves was double stacked, there were piles all over the floor, it was ridiculous. I know that I had owned over one thousand, and at least 600 went, if not more.   Here about an tenth of the books that left, you can see stacks behind too. There were so many stacks this high it was ridiculous.


I look at my bookshelves now and see them neat and tidy, each and every book loved. Now i’m okay with books leaving, I do not ever want to slip in to this habit or state again. By decluttering them it has not only made my shelves look better but also has helped me examine my old buying and reading habits which I will write about at another time!