The Accidental Student

The story of my clumsy, cringey life stuck between wanting to be an independent adult and wanting to be a kid again.

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Take Two

Here I am, first night in the new uni house - my home for the next year. And here is where the drama begins. No matter how much I love these people, in my whole life through school, college and different friendship groups I have never known drama like I have at uni... You'd think it would be the other way around I know.

Already feeling homesick and down which I always do at the begining of a term even after all this time I know how much I love it. But this time is a bit different, I've spent the whole last week in bed ill and have moved down two days later than planned still not feeling 100%. Because people haven't seen me this last week I don't think they understand I've spent it all in bed and haven't eaten. They seem to think I've made it up or exageratted.

Nothing more in the world irritates me than people not believing the truth. So we'll leave it at that.

Welcome back to uni, here goes round two...

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The Best Revenge Is Happiness and Success

There is no better feeling than seeing an 'ex' or someone that made you unhappy and prooving to them how content you are. This is what I learnt last night. Ok the term ex is used lightly, this was a brief casual 'seeing' relationship which ended when I went to uni - well we assume it ended, none of us spoke a word of it, it just stopped one day and I went. Thank God I did! Last night after a whole year, seeing an old face out and showing how happy and unbothered by him I was felt so good! If someone in that situation had approached me and said hello I would have been polite, but it didn't happen, I knew he knew I was there as I happily danced a meter away and he probably knew I knew he was there, but none of us said anything and I'm actually so glad. I always thought what would happen if I bumped into certain people when I'm home from uni - because in my eyes I'd left that bubble behind and only stayed in contact with the people I wanted too. The old me would have drunkenly approached them, made a fool out of myself wanting answers to something that was so old, probably sent a few cringey mispelt texts - I was actually quite suprised at myself.

I think this is something everyone will realise as they get older - if someone doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated and if someone makes you miserable the best feeling is seeing them later in life and realising how you have moved on (not necessarily relationship wise but in life in general) whilst they're pretty much in the same position. Personally I've gone to uni, met so many new people, I have a whole new seperate life there, the same in Zante, it was a seperate world with brand new people, then revisiting the old I realise I've come a long way by being busy and happy.

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Burn to Learn

Since being home from Zante this past month (that's the last chapter of my life which is now a bubble that I'm out of, unfortunatley a blog wasn't kept for that, lets just say it would have been entertaining...) I've had so much spare time on my hands. I thought I'd be bored. Usually if I had one day off from work or college I'd get bored of staying in bed. But this last month I have loved it. After being shattered from two months of working abroad and a year of uni it was about time I had some rest. So I certainly made the most of the lazy days.

The other night I accidetly caught part of the British Bake Off whilst my mum watched it. Big mistake, the middle aged woman inside me couldn't stop watching. I wanted to bake cakes straight away! I absolutely loved cooking in school, it's the only subject that has and will ever get me an A* and I loved learning the skills and techniques especially for puddings or cakes. I've always had a sweet tooth and can easily whisk up a batch of fairy cakes or brownies (ironic).

So literally the next day I walked up the road with a list of ingredients and thought this is how I can fill my spare time from now on. (Just to point out I'm not a sad loner with no life completely, I do see my friends but some work full time and we tend to go out and night rather than the day...) I got this image in my head of me in our new uni house kitchen whipping up the best quality cakes and treats. Obviously this is a far away image.

Making simple brownies but adding a coffee flavour to them - I am a coffee addict - I quickly followed the recip, mixed it all together and put them in to cook. It took me about half an hour to notice the horrific burning smell coming from the oven. I rescued the still liquid mixture with steam coming out of it and just stared at the tin trying to work out where I'd gone wrong.

Eggs. Fucking eggs. Two of them. I even have chicken in the back garden laying them for god's sake! So yeah this A* cooking student hadn't put in the eggs. This wannabee baker hadn't put eggs in a bloody brownie mix! Pissed off with myself and dramatically realising I'm shit at everything I try I poured the mix into a bag to take out to the bin. But oh the mix didn't want to stay in the bag, no it fell straight through the bottom and the fresh out the oven brown blob burnt my leg. With a high pitched scream I think I had a mini break down. Eventually I got it to the bin cleared up and went back to doing what I do best - watched TV with an ice pack on my leg! Cake Boss to be percise, watching other people make cakes because that way I couldn't fuck up. What nearly 20 year old doesn't know to put eggs in a brownie mix then chucks the burning mix over herself and burns her leg, oh, me.

So, now to find a new hobbie...

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Inspired by my own embarassment

I thought it would be an appropriate time to start a blog seeing as I'm going into my second year at uni - second! where did that time go?! I remember saying at the end of last year 'it's gone so fast' and my Dad telling me 'it only gets faster as you get older Alice' - my Dad isn't a man of many words, but the words he does say are wise and now nearly a year later I see what he means!

So yeah, second year, journalism student blah blah blah, 19 going on 9. I've attempted many blogs before, all of which have failed after about two days. Like the diaries you'd keep as a kid, you'd spend ages looking for the prettiest, padlocked, pink notebook, write the first page out really neat and find it a year later covered in dust and blank pages. At 19 (hate to say it, but nearly 20) it's about time I stick at one. And finally! - I have an inspiration for a blog topic - myself. No I'm not one of those vain stuck up bitches who likes to talk about their perfect self all day and their picture perfect life. Quite the opposite. This blog will basically be me embarassing myself. Great. But I realised I'm the type of person that clumsy, cringey, almost script written events seem to happen to. I've always kind of been the joker of the group whoever I'm with. I'm not the pretty, popular, boring (the pretty ones are always the boring ones) girl or the emotional, deep girl - ok I can get emotional and deep at times but mostly I cover it with my attempt at being the funny one - the problem is being the funny one you'll hardly ever get taken seriously anyway if you are upset... However, now I've moved out of home - going into my new student house in a week (eeeek excitement) - as previously mentioned I'm heading for the big two oh, I feel I should at least try and act more mature. So here goes the next chapter of my life - trying to be an adult...

Although, it's quite difficult to try and be taken and treated as an adult in the world when apparently I must look about fifteen! The person to create my red faced situation yesterday was the plumber who'd come to fix our shower. So I had to be awake before 10.30 for the first time in months as I was the only one home. To fill the awakward silence as I signed his form at the end of the job he asks 'day off school is it?' School?! Have I mentioned I'm nearly 20?! Thanks Mr Plumber. With one of my nervours laughs I replied 'no I'm at uni...' 

'oh, starting your first year?'

First year?! As much as I would love to be starting as a fresher again it doesn't mean I want to be seen as one! I want to be taken seriously as a mature (don't know if that's the right word to use for any student) second year on the way to getting their degree.

So that was a real boost of confidence just before I start life as a 19 and 3/4 year old in my second year at University...