Work placements for next year..

I can’t believe that it’s the sixth week of the semester already! This means that we’re not that far off before we break up for Christmas. Where does time go? Over the past few weeks, the graduation ceremonies have been going on throughout Greenwich. Next thing I know, I’ll be graduating myself! I know it’s still a few years away, but the way that my first year flew buy, I’ll be 30 before I know it. Ok, so that’s a bit overdramatic, but that’s what it feels like sometimes.

In my last blog submission I mentioned how I spent most of my loan on Starbucks. Well, since then, something happened. I’m not quite sure if it’s a good or a bad thing, I’ll let you be the judge of that, but I have finally become a regular somewhere! In the Starbucks at Cutty Sark, they don’t even ask me for my name or drink anymore; they just ask if I want the usual. The first time I got my cup and ‘Michael’ was already written on the side of it, I thought to myself “this just proves that I come here too much.”

What else is new… well, I’ve been spending a lot of my evenings filling out application forms for work placement for next year. I wonder why application forms have to be so long winded and take so long to fill out. Well, actually, I do know why they are long winded; I learn that as part of my degree. It’s all about finding the best person for the role, interesting stuff huh? *Watches as tumbleweed blows past*

I think I was one of the only people in my flat to have Twitter last year, and it was great! It was a good way to vent out all the annoyances of my flatmates without them knowing because none of them had it. But this year, everyone seems to have Twitter (they all seemed to get new phones over summer) and now they follow me, so if I start talking about how messy they are or how annoying someone is, they will all know who I’m talking about. I may just have to make a separate account for venting out just that, maybe I’ll call it ‘annoying things my flat mates do’… although I’m not sure many people would be interested in that… one can only hope.