I'm not lost...
This morning I managed to drag myself out of bed at 8am, much earlier than usual, to meet a friend at quarter to nine. Our aim was simple: find the location of our tutorial session. It took us 15 minutes to find it, mainly due to the fact that neither of us were willing to ask for directions; pride and shyness are an evil combination. We also enlisted the help of someone who we recognised, and knew should be in the same place as us - at least I hope he was supposed to, for all I know he could have just been going along with us for the sake of it.
In the end, we found our building, found our room and found our classmates (the building wasn’t named as it was on our timetable. Very confusing.) and were dismissed from the room shortly after. Efforts in vein.
I hadn’t needed to get up to attend that morning really, it was pointless.
Rather than going back to bed after this shenanigan, I decided that the Library would be a good place to go. Three failed attempts at logging onto the computer system in the library later, I abandoned the hope of finding some Internet-based entertainment and resigned myself to the book section.
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It’s funny looking back. I’ve just started my dissertation for my Masters Degree in Psychology.
Maybe I should have dropped out and refused back then, or maybe it was kismet.
