Swimming lessons just weren't enough

I have so much to say, but don't know how to say it. Fragments of thoughts, snippets of forgotten ideas, dredges of overwhelming emotion all bottled up, fighting for a way out yet incapable of escape.

How do I put in words - in all honesty and frankness - the never-ending battle that surges all day? Of belonging and longing, of happiness and homesickness, of competence and insecurity, of being and believing.

I am washed out to sea. Treading unfamiliar water with the determination of a survivor and the hopelessness of a coward.

Waves of nostalgia, longing, missing, wanting hurl their solid walls at my body with incessant and spiteful regularity.

I splutter to the surface, to be pulled under once again.

How lucky am I?

You know how everyone says the people you meet in uni will be the people you take with you for the rest of your life?
I find myself searching for them everywhere I go. Doing double-takes to make sure I haven't just missed them.

Well I can't find them.

They're not here.

Because I realise I've left them back home.

Most people come to uni in search of those life-long friends or at least hoping to find them.

I've already found them. I have them in you guys. Now how lucky am I?

War-wick mali

Dilemma of the day: How do you cut a pizza without a pizza-cutter?

And these are the people who get into uni.

Fyi, it wasn't me! (Though I am guilty of my fair share stupidity, I'll admit)

Property Law (yes, you read that correctly)

What do you know of England if you only England know?

Think about it.

That, among other things, is what my property law lecturer spoke of today, managing to keep a class of 300-strong in stitches and wonder in equal measures. When a lecturer can make something as dry and impossible to grasp as Property Law enjoyable....well, need I say more?

Gotta read, gotta read, Read, READ, READ!!!

Do you know how much reading I have to do??? It's insane!!!! I mean it's law, of course there's a lot of reading. I expected it, this is no surprise, but it doesn't make it any easier to bear.

I have 8 lectures a week, 2 per module and I have to read up on the week's lectures beforehand. Then of course I have to come back, go through it and make out my notes for each lecture.
And then, I have four separate seminars to read up for each week.
And that's not even including additional reading and the like.

Thank God, I had a whole week of partying during orientation because by the looks of it I might not leave my room or the library till Christmas. And even that's doubtful seeing as they've scheduled deadlines for 3 assignments plus a test the week after we return from Christmas break.

Can you say C-R-U-E-L!!!

And I sit here coolly complaining as my workload mounts. Sigh.