So today was the big day. Postgraduate studies have now officially begun at City University London. Still not sure what to call it really - is it City University; London; just City - god knows, I'm just going with what's on the newly received student card...
Anyway, the day began with the typical sort of trepidation: "What will everyone be like, what if I don't know anything" that kind of thing. But then I realised, there's a reason it's not called fresher's week - no-one's fresh anymore. I'm well over 20, we're all postrgraduating and half the game is going to be making fun new friends so what the heck. That still didn't stop me arriving about half an hour early but never mind. That done, I took myself on a nice little tour of the triangular building that is destined to be my home for the next year.
Facilities duly inspected and admired, the line into the lecture hall had already formed. And so we waited. In early expectation. Mind you, this was probably by and large due to an email we'd all received to the following effect:
"Lateness is totally unacceptable in a broadcaster and no-one in the industry has time to listen to your excuses."
And so we chatted, discussed what we'd all been up to over summer, that kind of thing. And then 10am rolls around. And the lecturers rock up. Good-oh, the course begins now. Except the doors were locked. Ha! Lateness is unacceptable indeed...
The rest of the day was just sitting and being talked to really. Apart from the world's worst university card photo and a lecture from the very lovely Nicholas Owen, the day was pretty unexceptional. Don't get me wrong though, that's exactly what I want from first day. Nice, pleasant and meeting lots of lovely people. The fact we were all in the pub by 5.30pm didn't hurt either. Oh, and there was pizza for dinner. Hoorah.
In other slightly more humorous news, I reckon City could be a venue to try out stand-up comedy. I was thinking of possible topics, one being the 'Fictionality of real life'. That way I could wax lyrical about all the barmy crap we invent to make our everyday tedium slightly more bearable. The mythical joy of facebook statuses, the fantasy world of television, other things beginning with f like flamingos, fondue parties and fenugreek and, last of all, blog pseudonyms...
Dodgson.
Anyway, the day began with the typical sort of trepidation: "What will everyone be like, what if I don't know anything" that kind of thing. But then I realised, there's a reason it's not called fresher's week - no-one's fresh anymore. I'm well over 20, we're all postrgraduating and half the game is going to be making fun new friends so what the heck. That still didn't stop me arriving about half an hour early but never mind. That done, I took myself on a nice little tour of the triangular building that is destined to be my home for the next year.
Facilities duly inspected and admired, the line into the lecture hall had already formed. And so we waited. In early expectation. Mind you, this was probably by and large due to an email we'd all received to the following effect:
"Lateness is totally unacceptable in a broadcaster and no-one in the industry has time to listen to your excuses."
And so we chatted, discussed what we'd all been up to over summer, that kind of thing. And then 10am rolls around. And the lecturers rock up. Good-oh, the course begins now. Except the doors were locked. Ha! Lateness is unacceptable indeed...
The rest of the day was just sitting and being talked to really. Apart from the world's worst university card photo and a lecture from the very lovely Nicholas Owen, the day was pretty unexceptional. Don't get me wrong though, that's exactly what I want from first day. Nice, pleasant and meeting lots of lovely people. The fact we were all in the pub by 5.30pm didn't hurt either. Oh, and there was pizza for dinner. Hoorah.
In other slightly more humorous news, I reckon City could be a venue to try out stand-up comedy. I was thinking of possible topics, one being the 'Fictionality of real life'. That way I could wax lyrical about all the barmy crap we invent to make our everyday tedium slightly more bearable. The mythical joy of facebook statuses, the fantasy world of television, other things beginning with f like flamingos, fondue parties and fenugreek and, last of all, blog pseudonyms...
Dodgson.
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