So the end of the second year is well and truly here, and what a slog it’s been. Not in a bad way, just a thoroughly exhausting kind of way. Apparantly the thrill of the Degree Show helps boost energy levels at the end of the third year; I certainly hope so. The past few months did pack a few emotional punches though, surely next year will be a smoother ride in that department.
Since the end of term, I’ve been flat-hunting and job-hunting and sleeping a lot. Seem to have found a flat, and am very excited about moving into my own little nest again. I’ve lined up some work experience with Oliver Russell, who made these gates, so I’m off to see him next week and work out how useful I might actually be in a real forge. Probably not very, but the good thing is that Oliver knows our course and hopefully has fairly realistic expectations.
The best bit of this week has been feeling my brain start to work again. I was so utterly drained by the end of term that I just unravelled. Having so many different things to think about all at once got very silly indeed – at one point I nearly booked my stuff into storage and a flight to Belfast, but then realised that flat-hunting in September would be considerably worse, and got on with it.
Now there’s just the small question of earning next year’s university fees by September…