These days I rarely get a chance to update my blog. In fact sometimes I forget I even have one until I tack it on to the end of my list of hobbies which I indulge in when I probably should be doing other things like reading about post-feminist film theory. Anyway, it occurred to me that even though the tagline of my blog is “the musings of a languages student” I’ve never actually done any sort of post which makes reference to studying languages or just being a student in general. So, here’s what a day in the life of a University of Exeter finalist is like…
Wake up and turn off annoying vintage style alarm clock.
Get up when proper phone alarm goes off.
Have breakfast: Weetabix with almond milk, pumpkin seeds and banana since I’m no longer just content that I’m saving the lives of enough animals by simply being vegetarian – veganism seems to be the ultimate ethical lifestyle.
Walk/run to campus because I never seem to leave exactly on time.
Enter Italian oral class flustered and sweaty from jogging up the hill and also because Devon has a weird humid climate even in January.
Head to the library to study and somehow seem to spend an hour doing nothing at all.
Write an article about an anti-social seagull
After waiting in a queue for quite a while I get a delicious wrap from a place on campus which is called “Comida” even though it has no connection to Spain/Spanish.
Whilst being pensive during a French translation class I realise that I have a chin hair – merde.
Decide to troll the student forum for Grad ball theme ideas by posting – “Cats cats cats – a party where everyone is a cat.”
Read about post-feminism in the media
Make dinner and face derision from housemates who snigger at my love for mushy peas and Linda McCartney sausages.
Agree to going out even though I know I have to be up early tomorrow and I have lots of work to do.
Go out on the premise that I will have one drink and one drink alone.
I’ve had 4 drinks because it didn’t make sense not to benefit from the 2-4-1 cocktails deal.
Dance in a club during a beats n bass night and feel that my arms are working independently to the rest of my body.
Have a drunk conversation about life after university and plunge into a temporary existential crisis.
Walk home and take solace in the fact that there are many people much drunker than I am eg. a Rugby boy in a pink tutu
Debate whether or not to get chips
Read e-mails and realise that I’ve got a place on a journalism course starting in September!
Lie awake with nervous excitement
Fall into a deep sleep filled with dreams about cats in formal wear.