Essay’s going well, btw, and I’m just back from a great night out at Nando’s and then back at the college bar…
The following sign is not from my building, but from K Block:
Ew
Just felt like blogging a little bit after watching Heroes, something which I’ve rather failed to mention much on this blog. It’s good! Couldn’t just abandon a series halfway through, and even with P2P strictly banned that’s no reason not to indulge in a little creative laptop viewing now and again… 
So I’m busy, obviously. If you’re e-mailing, texting, Facebooking or whatever, sorry for not being able to get back to you as quickly as I should, but all contact with ‘the rest of the world’ is much appreciated!
Went to the big Freshers’ Fair today, and did the traditional studenty act of signing up for loads of completely unmanageable things, from Amnesty, to the Labour Party, to rambling. Before you scoff at the Labour party, I felt it was an elegant compromise between the Tory stall handing out (admittedly funky) Boris posters and the SWP \ Respect bunch who optimistically tried to tell me how they weren’t just the Galloway fan club. Never forgiven that man 
Aside from that, I’ve pretty much been (gasp!) working! Yup that’s right.. Cambridge has a fairly loose definition of a ‘Freshers’ Week’ and in my supervision yesterday I was set an essay to do for Monday afternoon complete with a mammoth reading list. That, aside from the lectures which begin tomorrow (Cambridge lecture weeks start on a Thursday.. don’t ask..) will be taking up rather a lot of time! However, the topic is really fascinating 
on who ‘spoke for the people’ between the 1880s and WW1, so I’m enjoying the work.
I’ll leave you with an uber-stereotypical photo of Cambridge of no real relevance to me other than the fact that I walk past it several times a day and find it slightly surreal that I actually live around here now. Cheerio!
Nice architecture, right?
There were whispers, and Joe nudged me to turn around, and it was true: Stephen Hawking had just entered the hall, and went to eat at the high table a few metres away from where I was eating.
Just thought I’d kick off with that
Cambridge is amazing, obviously. It’s also hectically busy – my desk (see below) is already lost underneath paper, there’s a multitude of events running seemingly at the same time, and everyone’s trying to remember as many names and faces as they can. We’ve already had a bop! My room really is luxurious for student halls, with en suite bathroom with shower and a lovely large modern desk to work at. Although my laptop does now have Internet access, the intensity of the first few weeks probably won’t allow for much idle usage! However, here’s a quick photo of a bit of my room
My room!
Because it’s all brand-spankingly new and modern, our university card also acts as a key to our rooms, which also means it’s inevitable you will accidentally lock yourself out at one point. I already have.
Proper lectures kick off on Thursday, though I have supervision tomorrow where I’ll get set an essay for next week, and today we got given stacks of reading lists. Interestingly, us History students seem to be grouping together quite a bit.. the lovely group of people that we are
Must dash! Love to all of you (especially you, and you, and youuu)
For a while, at least
Yes dear long-suffering blog attendees, tomorrow morning I’m off to uni. Obviously, I’ll still blog. Obviously. But here it is, a tearful farewell to home. Goodbye, house where meals mysteriously get cooked and laundry done. Goodbye, Willesden, with your charming disregard for even paving stones. Goodbye, London, with your uniformly red buses and excitingly grimy city aura. If this was RV, Nic would already have added ‘in Cambridge’ to my banner in a cheerful red font, but it isn’t so he hasn’t.
Will miss you all!
I’ll be back
In preparation for moving out, I’m going through the stacks and stacks of paper which managed to accumulate in my room over the past few years. Some things are making me smile, like:
- A paper aeroplane, described as ‘the magical, mathematical plane!’ except where someone (hmm, guess who..) has replaced this with ‘red plane’ and a hammer and sickle
- A sheet bravely entitled ‘How to pass A-Levels’ written during some dark day in Year 13
- The time I put myself on report, where Mr Moore has called me troublesome and petulant
- Posters stolen from Waseley and given to me, along with a party streamer
- Endless cartoons scribbled on otherwise serious work. King Louis XVI is attacked for leaving out the definitive article by an angry crowd of French people. A size zero girl in the shape of a giant zero. That kind of thing.
- The model answer given to us an example of how to answer the English Literature war exam. This was mightily depressing.
- A statistical formula on the probability of being a nasty girl
- Using the title ‘Mock Blake’ at the start of as many mock exams as I could
Oh, begone you paper!
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