Officially Christmas

Sad as it may be, it cannot possibly be Christmas until Coca Cola get out their Santa Claus. Admittedly they are an evil domineering blah blah blah, but seriously, until you hear that music it cannot be Christmas…and guess what I saw during Ugly Betty. It’s Christmas people.

That said, it does seem to have crept up very early this year. I blame the fact that the term ends in a week. Everything has been brought forward a good few weeks, I’m already eating mince pies, it’s snowed and we’re putting up the decorations in time for our kitchen’s Christmas. I can’t wait, but I’m sad that the term is coming to a close already. We’ve even decided who we’re living with next year pretty much…we’re looking at houses next week. The world is spinning faster and faster and sometimes I’m not entirely sure that I can keep clinging on. I’ll probably pop into Leam with Frankie and Becci tomorrow to get my Secret Santa present for…you really thought I’d tell you? I’ll give you a clue: the lucky person has two arms and two legs.  Excitement indeed.

One week down, lessons learnt

I’ve been here a week and have severely neglected my blog. I can honestly say that I’ve been far too social to actually do anything productive, and all the late nights are taking their toll. It’s a fantastic place however, filled with great people and the nightlife isn’t to be sneezed at either. I sound like a walking billboard.

I’ve been joining societies, but I’ve tried to be restrained! I’m a member of the French, German and ERASMUS Societies, and I’m going to join Compsoc, just as soon as I pull my finger out. I also want to do trampolining and climbing, so I joined the sports centre. I think we’re planning to do some exercise classes too…yum, me in a leotard :S

I still need books and I also need to take a trip up to University House – it’s almost as far as the Westwood Laundrette, but not quite, so I am a glutton for punishment.

It’s official

They published results Thursday. I did surprisingly well, I swore at the headteacher. No, you don’t get A-levels in swearing before you ask. I did French, German and Geography as well as General Studies (which only counts because I did so well!)…and walked out with straight As! I have no idea how I manage it, but I think I deserve to say bloody hell to CT, all things considered! That means my place at Warwick was confirmed, and I’ll be there in 6 weeks! Can you tell I’m excited? Dad’s started passing me articles about university…yawn.

So…freshers week countdown: 44 days to go


My A-levels started exactly eight days ago. I’ve now taken all my Geography which wasn’t horrendous, the topics were all ones which I quite liked, which is nice. I’ve done all the German exams, the speaking was a little weird, probably because I did it with JPB and PD, rather than PH and an anglophone teacher, which was what I was expecting. Unit six was bearable at best. Listening and Writing (6a) wasn’t great, Reading and Writing (6b) felt good, and I’m more and more convinced my answer to Writing in Registers (6c) was pap at best. I didn’t show off at all. I wrote something thoroughly pedestrian. General Ignorance Studies could have gone in any way. I’m not totally sure whether my essays were good bad or ugly, I don’t think my textual analysis was that great, but I could do the maths! That is shocking, coming from the child who can do the same sum three times and get three different (and equally plausible) answers. I possibly over-used the word equally though. That would be one of my foibles! French speaking went well, all things told, even though GB managed to address DF (female) as Monsieur for about 50% of the test. Not clever. Not my mistake though. So yeah, tomorrow is my last A2 and I can’t honestly wait for them to be over. 3 hours of French fun and games…or not.