Tag Archives: uni


Going Down:

An overwhelming inability to work solidly for more than 10 minutes at a time. Just as I progress into the hardest four weeks in all of my studying life. Thanks brain, it’s so great of you to come to the party like this. You’re also being tremendously helpful with your obsession with iPad games and staying up to 1am consistently. Honestly, what is my problem? Severely need to get my A into G, but this is looking less and less likely to happen. May or may not turn my late-semester stress levels up to 11. JOY.

I have been running (yes, running!) semi-solidly for five weeks now. Long enough that I can see improvement in my runs, but sadly not long enough that the poor, tender skin on the soles of my feet have been able to sufficiently harden up against the blight of the blister.  I am absolutely covered in the damn things, which makes me want to refrain from running to let them heal, which also makes me feel like a total wimp. Dilemma. What to do, oh wise internet? Send me tips etc, for running bliss. Sadly there has been no discernible change in my weight, which is now at an all time comfort-eating high. Ho hum.

My bank balance is at a near-ruinous level once again. No comment.

Going up:

I have had at least three rather delightful conversations with teacher recruiters for the UK, which is an oxymoron if ever I have heard one. I’m feeling decidedly positive about my work prospects, and in fact it seems like my return to my adopted home will in fact happen, despite the general never-ending-assessments feeling that has swept over me regarding uni work.

My first assessment for semester 2 came back with a (totally unexpected) fantastic grade. I am particularly delighted, because I was close to tears about it, practically from the moment we received the task sheet. I don’t, however, hold any high hopes for my latest effort.

I have a JOB INTERVIEW on Thursday evening for a teaching position next year. It all feels a little unreal, but it’s in the diary so I guess I better buck up my ideas and get preparing. Funnily enough I am having no trouble planning things for next year, which probably says something about my state of mind. My mother used to say ‘don’t wish your life away Sam’; rather good advice which I have faithfully ignored for approximately 15 years.

It’s all happening, so it seems, at HSGS Headquarters. But it’s a damn struggle, so many threads to keep track of. How’s life treating you?

Gettin’ all Sentimental

Well folks, it happened. I left the comforting bosom of my home for the last four years and high tailed it back to Perth, Australia. I’m heading back to uni, and while I’m still settling back in and before I work out how many of my old friends are still here, I’m taking advantage of the solitude and firing this little baby back up.

I also bought an iPad on route, and although it’s not the greatest to type on, I’m totally bloody obsessed and using it as much as humanly possible.
My friend Annalise once said, having moved interstate, that when in Sydney, when she referred to ‘home’ it meant Perth, but when in Perth ‘home’ was Sydney. I feel the same way, to a certain extent, although my first 12 hours back in Aus was filled with that lovely, warming, comforting welcome from family, and so I hadn’t felt too out of sorts. After eights hours kip and what I hope turns out to be a mild case of jet lag, I’m feeling the distance I’ve come, and hope that I can manage the tiny heart pain I feel from not being amongst my pals in Kent.
I think I’ve mentioned on here before how frequently I’ve packed up and left everything behind in my life. Primary school, secondary school, uni and first real job were all in different cities, the last one was even in a different country. It’s a pattern I don’t want to continue indefinitely, because it can be painful  and isolating to the same extent that it’s exciting and refreshing. But here I am starting my new career back in my hometown, having left the life I created once again.
I wept as we flew into Perth, seeing the vast sky I told everyone about in England, with the phrase ‘I loves a sunburnt country’ repeating in mind. I can’t remember any of the poem past that, but it was enough to make me bulb semi-silently in the plane cabin. Although being away from England is strange, it’s a joy to be back, it truly is, if only for the weather! 
But actually, it’s not only the weather, already I can see that. It’s being able to sit next to my dad in the car and not speak, not because we don’t have eighteen months to catch up on, but because we’re so comfortable with each other that we forget we’ve spent so long apart. It’s having coloured money again, and knowing once I get a job, that I’ll be paid fortnightly, not just the dreaded once a month. It’s being a local, not a foreigner. It’s knowing the lay of the land inherently, and not having to google map everything.
It’s going to be a strange old year, busy and challenging. Let’s see if I’m up to it.