Let us go then, you and I.

I’ve had a lovely three days away from home. A wonderfully welcome reprieve from all that tension I was going through over exam re-sits. Following on from my last post, I’ve confirmed to myself that I really would not mind having to stay another year in uni.

I’ve also just applied for another job in Swansea which means I won’t have to keep coming home on weekends and dividing my time between two places; so fingers crossed, I’ll get this one. Especially since it involves me sitting at a desk waiting for people to exchange their hard earned cash into foreign cash. Considering I’m doing a degree in economics, I think the outlook is hopeful!

Anyway, that’s all for tonight. There hasn’t been much change in three days, I must admit. My life isn’t nearly that eventful. G’night!


Decision Time…

I might as well face it. Second year of university is not looking good. I’m faced with a dilemma. Do I re-sit the entire year and make a fresh start to put me in better stead (at the cost of having to spend an additional year at Swansea)? Or do I scrape through this module tomorrow which should get me into my final year, but at the cost of a crappier degree result at the end of the course?

Part of me is leaning towards the former. Perhaps it won’t be so bad repeating a year. The more I think about it, the more I realise that I’m actually having a great time at uni. As much as I loathe my course, I’m learning to enjoy the whole uni lifestyle that everyone seemed to go on about back in first year. I don’t think I’m ready to leave yet. Perhaps this taste of mortality is good for me; maybe it will put me in my place and realise that to actually get a decent mark I have to put the work in.

In fact, as I’m writing this, my mind is easing somewhat. If I go into this exam tomorrow and completely flunk, I really kind of don’t mind at all. Humility might be just the kick up the ass I need.

And if I fail second year twice, well, there’s always the garden centre to fall back on. Ha.