I swapped my 2 bedroom flat in Cramond, Edinburgh (dead posh) for one room in Uni Halls sharing with 4 unknowns. Why? Because I am slightly unhinged and tend to go with my gut a lot of the time!
I moved into Uni Halls of Residence in September and started a 4 year degree in Forensic Psychobiology shortly after. Why? Cos I always wanted to do it and my marriage to the cult leader got in the way of my first application.
I got an unconditional acceptance (cos I did a year of Forensic Science & Medicine at Edinburgh Uni beforehand) and I promised my friends I'd keep a low profile as I currently run a small business, am producing 13 horror films run the only branch of Equity in Scotland and am looking to go round all the Unis/Colleges in Scotland with some of my courses.
I kept a low profile for my first 6 days. On day 7 I was elected as one of the class reps. What can I say? I have this 'leader' vibe, clearly!
So, all is going quite well, I'm getting A's in Psychology and Scientific Detectives and C's in biology (better than expected!).
I'm living with 4 other people who are all under 23 years of age. It's interesting and fun. Who knew sharing forks would involve so much humour and drama?!
My Mum is proud (thank god*) my wee Sis is proud (thank god*) and I hope that wherever my Dad is (he is dead, not missing) he is proud.
I really want to do well for myself after a few years of shite. This degree could open so many doors in the film making world, teaching world and psychology world it's unreal.
I have the chance to work in Belfast and the US once I've finished my degree. This is amazing.
People often say you have to be an expert at one thing. To them I would say this - it takes around 10,000 hours to be an expert in something. Surely we can be expert in more than one thing in our lifetime?
I plan to arrive on my deathbed, absolutely knackered in a worn out body saying 'holy shit, I'm glad I had a bash at that'.
We only have around 85 - 90 years on this planet if we are lucky. Why not try lots of different things? Life really is too short for anything else.
In the meantime, I start semester 2 very soon.
Bring on the dead bodies and killer biographies. I'm ready.
*god - not the actual god just a word I use for 'whatever'
Tuesday 18 December 2012
Wednesday 5 December 2012
Holy Fuck, I'm a Student
So, I've put this shit on Facebook but now it's on my blog so that my one reader in The Congo can see it.
In a nutshell, I'm a 38 year old living in a flat full of 18-23 year olds.
One 22 year old is causing more drama than you can imagine! He refuses to clean, he refuses to wash dishes he refuses to cease using MY property (plates, cups, dishes, pans etc). He refuses to lock our door, he refuses to close the freezer door!
Background: I'm 38 and came to student halls with a 2 bedroom flat full of stuff! Kettle, toaster, crockery, cutlery, pans, utensils etc.
Everyone was happy to use my stuff and I was happy for them to use it.
Until...
Andrew showed himself to be a twat.
It is hard living with 4 other people you don't know who are from different countries but you make allowances and you learn their ways and adapt - it's called 'compromise'.
Apart from Andrew, we all get on like a house on fire. But we would all like to set fire to Andrew.
Andrew refuses to clean, he uses all my stuff without washing it and is generally a twat. He has ripped the cleaning rota off the wall and has called us all names varying from cow to twat to cunt.
The following are pics of the letters that have been sent to him with a copy to the main office:
Letter one:
Reply one:
In a nutshell, I'm a 38 year old living in a flat full of 18-23 year olds.
One 22 year old is causing more drama than you can imagine! He refuses to clean, he refuses to wash dishes he refuses to cease using MY property (plates, cups, dishes, pans etc). He refuses to lock our door, he refuses to close the freezer door!
Background: I'm 38 and came to student halls with a 2 bedroom flat full of stuff! Kettle, toaster, crockery, cutlery, pans, utensils etc.
Everyone was happy to use my stuff and I was happy for them to use it.
Until...
Andrew showed himself to be a twat.
It is hard living with 4 other people you don't know who are from different countries but you make allowances and you learn their ways and adapt - it's called 'compromise'.
Apart from Andrew, we all get on like a house on fire. But we would all like to set fire to Andrew.
Andrew refuses to clean, he uses all my stuff without washing it and is generally a twat. He has ripped the cleaning rota off the wall and has called us all names varying from cow to twat to cunt.
The following are pics of the letters that have been sent to him with a copy to the main office:
Letter one:
Reply one:
Reply Two:
It's safe to say that the guy is a complete and utter tosser. I genuinely think he has psychopathic tendencies. He doesn't care for anyone but himself and any gesture towards us is empty and meaningless.
He is my first proper human study so I should be grateful really!
He is a twat. We are hoping he gets moved. If he doesn't move, potentially, all 4 of us will be moving! What a drama!
I'm having exam drama, coursework drama and court drama (I'm suing a shit photographer right now) so I'd quite happily not have to deal with this but hey ho...
Twatbags!
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