Bad Timing!

I feel like I’ve completely burnt out, ahead of possibly the biggest week since I started uni. We’re performing the directorials this week and honestly, I feel like everything’s just landed on me at once. I know all my lines for one performance but hardly know any for another, we’re really not prepared, and although right now I should be getting out of bed and going to my radio lecture, I’m still in bed because I feel so sniffly and worn down.

In other news, Train were incredible. My first ever band concert – the only other concert I’ve seen is Idina Menzel last year – and it was amazing. Such a good atmosphere and a phenomenal band, and the best bit was going to see them with my fiance. My Spotify is now full of Train songs – I’m listening to “Feels Good At First” right now.

I really do owe you guys a full blog post and some more stuff about uni, but right now I’m going to try and drag myself out of bed and get to this lecture on time. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going today – everything’s so confusing! – but I can’t wait to get into bed tonight and sleep!

9AM Starts Are Evil.

Before I started uni, I’d always see others moaning about their 9am starts and I’d think how lucky they are – they can roll out of bed and into uni (assuming they live in halls), whereas I had to get up at half past six to be at secondary school for half past eight. I now understand what it is that people hate about them. When you’re at secondary school, you’re generally still living at home – you have someone to force you out of bed. At uni, you don’t, and if your alarm doesn’t go of and you’re in a cocodamol-induced stupor, as I was this morning, a 9am start becomes your worst enemy.

Why was I in a cocodamol-induced stupor? Because in yesterday’s lesson, I was pulled into a door during a trust exercize (yep, that’s really going to make me trust someone!), and hurt my back. My back is already not in great shape, but yesterday it was hurting a lot so before bed, I took a cocodamol to try and help me sleep. It definitely did help me sleep – unfortunately it made me sleep for a bit too long, so by the time I woke up at half past 9, the cut-off point for being allowed into the lecture had already passed (if you arrive late but before half past nine, you apologize to the class and join in. If you’re beyond half an hour late, you’re not allowed into the lecture, which is fair enough because they don’t want you disturbing the others).

So instead I’ve been productive with my morning, finding monologues that I can use for my assessed piece in November – currently thinking of either Yvaine describing her love to Tristan from “Stardust”, or a monologue from “I, Robot”, although if anyone has any suggestions they’re gratefully received! – and tidying up my room, doing a bit of re-arranging and so on 🙂 Later on I’m going into town to buy a NEW ALARM CLOCK!

So, if you’re a school/college student and think “9am starts are easy, I won’t struggle with them”, think again – when you get to university, you might just be surprised. The biggest downside to independence I’ve found so far hasn’t been having to buy your own food or clean for yourself – those things are quite rewarding and you feel proud of yourself. There’s no pride in missing a 9am lecture because you don’t have someone to force you out of bed!