Some Thoughts About Starting A New Semester

I’m writing this on the Thursday of the week I started the new semester at uni, two days after my first class and two hours before my second. I’m glad to be back at uni if I’m honest, the past few weeks have been hectic but a different sort of hectic to the frantically writing and researching and running around mad hectic I’m used to during semester time.

It’s been good to have that difference and have some time off uni to myself, to test out note-taking apps and styles (more on what I’m using in next week’s post so keep an eye out for that!), and to do a bit of light research into what I want to write my dissertation for this year on. I’ve loved not having to be out of the house too late as well. But, I’ve struggled to really relax without anything to “do”. I’ve kept going with my sewing, slowly working at some projects, read a bit and had a good chance to catch up on the TV shows and movies I’ve missed since university started. But all of that hasn’t took my attention properly. I’ve missed university.

I like learning and debating and having those in depth conversations about poems and what the implications are of certain characters’ choices. It’s something I’ve always loved.

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Even though I’ve been excited to go back I was still terrified; I had no clue what we were going to be reading this semester beyond knowing that one of my modules was on crime fiction and the other was focusing on Gothic literature. So, I was worried I’d be hideously underprepared for classes, know nothing and make a complete fool out of myself. So I prepared my bag and went in with my head held high, ready to know nothing. And …. I had fun! It was great seeing people again and talking about literature.

I have Gothic literature in a couple of hours and I don’t know what that class will entail but I know it’s going to be fun. And this is why I love what I’m doing right now and wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world.