After spending the weekend sleeping, sandboarding, swimming and generally avoiding the reality of lectures starting on Monday, Benjamin and I have finally kicked our university careers into gear - and they've been off to a roaring start.
Attending lectures that are halfway across town from one another with ten minutes of "running time" was relatively awful, but doing it in stifling heat and carrying a book bag over your shoulder is really very far off my idea of a perfect first day.
From English, which was so packed I really enjoyed my groundseat and view of various bums to Journalism and Sociology for which I already had (and have completed!) homework, my day was truly action-packed. Trips to Pick n Pay turned into marathon sprints with armfuls of stationery with which I hope to fulfil my role as perfect academic scholar and pupil and some-day journalist, and lecture halls turned into battlefields for the perfect seat (or even just a seat, I was flexible).
I am on my way to bed right now, after a deliciously refreshing bath and alarmingly deep gash in my leg resulting from a shaving accident, feeling that my day has been, above all things maniacal and frustrating, a success.
MAYBE I MUST SHIP YOU A BICYCLE? So proud of you!
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