I am becoming very much accustomed (or so I think-haha!) to the pressure of the third year. I am doing work on time and meeting deadlines for most things, and I am keeping apace of the homework which needs to be done for tight deadlines. Next week I have to submit my Creative Writing Portfolio to the tutors of my group for analysis. But because I am doing a piece that fits under the troublesome category of new media, I am worried quite honestly that perhaps none of the tutors (as they don’t seem to be experts in this field) may have difficulty marking it.
I assumed this is a slight turnaround of mine on the education system; in my youth, lessons were compulsory, and teachers seemed to make life hard for me. Although my present tutors by no means deserve the trouble of marking my work, as they’re all good people, it’s my little bite back on the system as a whole.
Aside from that rebellion tendancy, and the semi-realistic amounts I’m thinking of pushing the boundaries in other subjects, I’m doing well, as already said. I’m organised to the point where I already have all the work done needed to be done for the next week, which is good because Delanwy’s coming down again, for which I’m glad.
We are still getting along quite famously, but I worry about her job. She works at a call centre and far too much, thirty seven hours a week one week, and about forty three the next. They bully her also into doing overtime and the stress of it is starting to show I think; She is grumpy and at work for sometimes ten hours a day! So she’s having a break, and coming up here to chillax, and spend time with me, for which I’m quite glad!
