Don’t miss me if you can
8th December 2013
On Friday I submitted my last two pieces of coursework for 2013, and my goodness it felt good! I’ve got a lecture on Monday, one on Friday and then on Saturday I’m off home for the Christmas break. I can’t wait!
In my last blog post I mentioned how I was going to be positive and optimistic about the week ahead. I failed. I cried a lot and I said “I’m fed up of all this shit” quite a few times.
I got some coursework results back this week and they weren’t what I was expecting. I had to write a lab/field report on soil contamination and I genuinely thought that it was best piece of work since starting university. I had tonnes of references, the layout and wording was all professional and I felt proud of myself. So, you can imagine my shock when I got my results back and found out that I had achieved my lowest score for a piece of coursework since starting my degree. I feel like I lost marks for petty reasons, again. I swear the first year of university was a trick to make you feel like you were clever enough to get a 1st. Second year is a bitch.
I was in a lecture when I found out my results and all I wanted to do was leave. As soon as I got back to the flat I broke down in floods of tears. Tyrone was an absolute sweetheart and took me out for a McDonalds to cheer me up. We had a nice walk around town afterwards.
Ty came to my rescue yet again when I asked him to read over my essay to check it was okay. He was honest and pick up on some huge problems with my essay. Once again I cried. I wasn’t upset because Ty had found faults with it. I was upset because they were obvious mistakes I should have noticed. My answer didn’t address the question at all. I was so grateful that Ty had read over it for me and made me aware of the mistakes. He sat down with me and helped me to plan out a better structure and answer using the information I already had. I wasn’t 100% happy with the essay when I submitted it but I was glad to see the back of it.
It wasn’t all bad though. Tyrone’s mum came over to visit on Monday evening and took us out for a meal at Ask Italian, which was lovely. We also finally got an electricity bill from British Gas. If you’ve been reading about my shenanigans with sorting out an electricity supplier then you will understand my relief. I’ve never been so happy to receive and pay for a bill in all my life.
I’m not even going to state that this week will be better because it probably won’t be, but I shall face every challenge as it comes.
I’m not taking my laptop home for Christmas (because with its broken battery and keyboard it’s more like a desktop nowadays) so I will be blogging on my mum’s laptop, if I can remember my WordPress password!