Back to School

This week I went back to University again. This may be the third time I’ve started a degree but it was nonetheless a petrifying experience – what if they don’t like me? What if I trip up and fall on my face and everyone points and laughs?

It wasn’t too bad to be honest,and the people on my course all seem lovely. The only slight problem is that because my course is a postgraduate course but taught alongside the undergraduates we got lumped into all the welcome stuff, but haven’t actually been told anything because we’re aren’t undergraduates! So I was shown how to use a self service machine in the library, but they didn’t bother to tell us about accessing journals; and the lady at enrollment seemed a bit stunned that I had 2 degree certificates to show her (and her computer crashed with the shock!), but I’ve not been told anything about any of the Welcome Week Activities! I was traumatised by the fire safety lecture, where we watched a film of Bradford Football Stadium burning down with the companying commentary from the Fireman of “oh, that chap there’s going to die soon” and “just wait for the policeman’s hair to catch fire!”

Anyway, I now have a shiny new student card (which for some reason runs out in March 2011, though my course finishes in June 2010!), have access to a variety of new resources, a timetable for next week, and a lovely big pile of reading!  Hooray for being back at school.