I survived my first week of classes!

And by first week of classes it’s literally just two of them. Two nights a week counts as my first week done and I am proud of myself.

Before my very first class of this year I thought I was going to be sick, I was worried about the workload, about it possibly being too difficult for me and a whole host of things but once I stepped into the classroom all of that faded away. It was the things I’d missed about undergrad – being around friends, interesting material and those jokes in class that you make and then look back on your notes and go ” I have no idea why I wrote this “.

It’s strange having classes later on in the day to before, the university isn’t as busy and the cafe’s are going to be shut and not serving hot drinks. I know it won’t take me long to get used to these things, but for now I’m allowing myself to embrace that being strange.