Arrived at Uni at 9.10 having got up at 6.30, made my lunch and L's, got L out of bed, washed my hair, dropped Ted off at ma's along with L's laptop and food for after school, dropped L off at school, stopped off at Waitrose for Emergency Deodorant Supplies, stopped off for petrol and picked up a newspaper to read in expectation of quiet times.
There were no quiet times.
Arrived in the room at Uni to a sea of approx 30 expectant faces of every age (well, not literally- the youngest was probably 18 but to me looked about 12, and the oldest 60 plus?), and settled myself down with three other women (of varying ages ie 18-45).
The day proceeded thusly: talks from lecturers, talks from Student Union Presidents ("you've got so much, like, that you can, like, do, like, if you, like, choose to, like, get involved, like, and it, like, looks really good on your CV, like") Official Enrollment (and Bill Presentation- shudder), photo taken for ID card (hideous- I am now forever more recorded at my New Learning Establishment as someone who looks like they've committed a heinous crime and then laughed in the faces of the policemen who caught her. Or, (as my husband put it) "you look like a young version of Angela Merkel"), welcome talk from the Principal in a stuffy beige room that did nothing to stop me wanting to go to sleep, welcome talk from head of HE (which it turns out stands for Higher Education - not Human Evolution, or Human Excellence, or indeed Human Endeavours, all of which ran through my head as I was trying to Puzzle It Out). The head of HE was at any rate a gifted public speaker and I enjoyed her talk and photos of the staff in various compromising positions during their university days (largely because this meant I didn't nod off during it which was probably a good thing).
Break for lunch in the car.
This constituted ham sandwiches and fizzy water, a brief look at the Guardian followed by a few pages of Phillipa Gregory's "The Kingmaker's Daughter", a phone call and text to L (both of which were ignored until some three hours later, despite the fact he had texted me "my tum herts" only a second before I responded), a text in response to ma's "hope all is going well? Teddy has been Busy Staring At Pigeons in the garden and will therefore need a neck massage when you get back and Dougal has rolled in horse poo," all of which was carried out to a background of teenage girls Shrieking while teenage boys Revved Their Car Engines Noisily.
I am clearly Getting Old because it was hard to muster any Charitable Thoughts towards these Noisey Young People, or indeed to think anything other than "BE QUIET CAN'T YOU FOR PITY'S SAKE OR I WILL BE FORCED TO MURDER YOU!!!!"
Tomorrow I am resolved to leave campus and Eat Lunch Elsewhere so I can resume afternoon studies peacefully without Harbouring Murderous Thoughts towards Youthful Breakers Of The Peace.
After lunch we toured the college and were enrolled into the IT thingy by a lady from Northern Ireland who spoke So Fast my brain decided it would be easier just not to hear her at all and accordingly shut off.
The sun decided to come out and Fry Us All (I was glad of the emergency deodorant) and the tutors seemed to think they'd Done A Good Job of showing us around when frankly more would have been achieved had we all been blindfolded and spun round on the spot three times and then pushed off in various Random Directions. It will make for an interesting Finding My Own Way Round Tomorrow effort I am sure.
We finished at 2.30 (although by then it felt like midnight). Tomorrow we have a test on species ID, followed by an outing to a Nature Reserve of the Butterfly Sort (to a place I already know and like) later in the week.
My Verdict So Far?
It will be Excellent, once we get past Induction Week and start the Course Proper.
As an anti-dote to all this Frenetic Activity, here are some Crab Apples wot I made into Crab Apple Jelly at the weekend simmering gently in the jelly pan and steaming up the camera lens...
And here is my much feted Crochet Blanket In Progress. It is bigger than it looks (and indeed bigger than I remembered, as well as More Even, which leads me to suspect that the Elves have been Secretly Working on it for me). Ignore the tails- they will obviously be whisked away when the time comes to stitch the whole thing together.
M (bless him) was so impressed by it he has volunteered to Look Forward To Sleeping Under It, which is unheard of because he suffers from Very Hot Feet at night and generally eschews blankets of any kinds (and that's the polite version of what he says whenever I try to sneak a blanket on to the bed). It must be Husbandly Loyalty I think.
I'm thinking I was in a fairly Muted Mood when I began this blanket two years ago because all the wool is in muted colours. I appear to have Cheered Up not inconsiderably since then because I took one look at all the pieces laid out over the weekend and felt immediately it was too dull. I am now on the Look Out for some Orange wool to enliven the blanket. I'm also adding in some knitted squares, because that's what I feel like doing this winter.
Wishing you all a contented evening.