Since today was the first day my internet didn't die on me after ten minutes in my new house, I thought I'd check exactly what I was meant to be doing this week regarding uni.
...now I know I'm enrolling on Tuesday, have induction on Wednesday, and classes start the following Monday. I had managed to delude myself into thinking I had longer before the scariness begins. To say I'm nervous would be a bit of an understatement, and I have to read "Edward II" and "Titus Andronicus" by next Monday. Plus on Wednesday I'm meant to be paying for the theatre tickets for the plays we're seeing on the Paris field trip. That I'm worried about too, since the only time I've travelled alone was to Germany, and that was hardly an ordeal since Jenny was waiting at the other end. Et je n'aime pas parler francais. Mrrrrrrrrr
I suppose I'd better go to bed - there's a pub quiz I have to be brilliant for tomorrow night.
EDIT: Since I haven't updated since before I got the news, I suppose I ought to mention that somehow I managed to get the full grant. Which means I'm sort of being paid to do this, so I suppose I'm not actually allowed to chicken out? FUCK