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It’s tomorrow. Tomorrow I depart from the area I prefer to call Nottingham, a city whose various suburbs I have called home for the past eighteen years. I will arrive some three hours and twenty-five minutes later (if our good friend Tommy is to be trusted) in the Welsh town of Swansea, in fact a city with one of the UK’s largest universities in it.
And I’m fucking nervous! So far I’ve read a few online things from people going to Swansea and they all seem far too up for partying and such! I’m not that kind of person (prefer just to be in the pub, really
) and it looks like with Freshers’ week, I’m not going to have much of an option! Mind you, I s’pose there’s a chance there may be others just as nervous and shy as me. [OK, a lot of people who read this would certainly not put me down as being shy but I just lock up in social situations where I don’t actually know anybody!]
I really, really, really, hope that Swansea have actually sorted my application out now. I’m not going to go into it but suffice to say the accommodation office is about as reliable as the Child Support Agency! I got an email the other night giving me directions to the campus so I can only guess that it means everything went through happily. I bloody well hope so, anyway!
Still, today is my last full day in Nottingham. Today I need to blog, I need to write instructions for my sister about managing the server, I need to purchase shirts for going out with, I need to put Ubuntu (our mouse) down, I need to purchase a cheese grater, potato masher and other such items, I need to……..
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