“It is never too late to be what
you might have been.”
Hello and welcome to my blog. For those of you who don’t know me, I am a second year English Studies with Creative Writing undergraduate at Teesside University; for those of you who do know me, you will probably hurry on before I start moaning, as I have been known to be a bit of a Victor Meldrew from time to time.
Anyway, this blog is late, hence the epigraph at the beginning of the page. As you can tell by the title: From Fresher to Who Knows Where; my plan was to start writing a blog as soon as I became a fresher, as I wanted to chart my experiences of university life from the very first days up to graduation, and hopefully, but not holding my breath, post graduation and maybe even research. However, as is so often the case, life (and laziness!) got in the way, but now is the time for action! Not to mention the fact that I am having blog withdrawal symptoms, as this is the first time that we have not had a blog as part of our studies. In freshers’ year we had iLiterature and Life Writing, but sadly, the blogs are no more, and I’m sad.
What made me decide to come to university? Well it would never have happened if I hadn’t been made redundant. I had toyed with the idea of uni years ago when I was at college, but nothing came of it, and I just went into the world of work, where I stayed for many years until the fateful day in June 2013, when I no longer worked as a receptionist/secretary for an engineering company in Thornaby. The following two years were spent either signing on or working part time in a very rubbish job, when the iffy job ended, and the unemployment was looming once again; I decided enough was enough, I no longer wanted to dance in the dole queue a la The Full Monty, and so I applied for uni, and here I am!
What made me decided to study English? Apart from the fact that it’s the only thing I’m reasonably ok at, it’s a subject that I have always loved. I love reading, writing (yes, even filling in boring forms that no one else want to complete!), proofreading, and being an all round English geek; not to mention the fact that my ambition, along with every man and his dog, it seems these days, is to write a novel. I applied to both Teesside and Sunderland, was accepted for both, but chose Teesside, as I am a Boro lass born and bred, and my mother lives just a 10-15 minute walk from the campus.
It was the summer of 2015, the days were slipping past, the time was drawing nearer, and I was filled with a variety of emotions. Excitement, I couldn’t believe that it was actually going to happen, anxiety, I had an awful feeling that it would all go horribly wrong, impatience, I couldn’t wait for the big day, and general nervousness as I hate change, new situations and meeting new people. What would my peers be like? Would they all be young enough to be my son/daughter, or would there be a variety of ages, would they be friendly or not? The thoughts went on and on. I needn’t have worried about my peers, they have been, and are, a lovely bunch of people.
TO BE CONTINUED…