Yesterday saw my dad's birthday, and a meal out at a local pub with him, his wife (living the wicked step-mother stereotype to perfection) and my grandmother.
The food was crap, but that's an aside really.
For what is the umpteenth time, there was uni related conversation. And by conversation, I mean 'Why do you even want to do it?', 'What do you want to do?... What do you mean you don't know, you don't want to waste three years', and 'So you'll be a social worker then?'
The last one in particular is a point of annoyance, because it's asked EVERY SINGLE TIME I see them. And every single time I answer that A) I'm not interested in doing social work. At all. and B) Sociology has NOTHING TO DO WITH IT ANYWAY FFS, aside from starting with the same 4 letters. Then talk moved onto things I might need when I go.
The initial answer of 'I'll get a contents list for the room through the post, I'll let you know then' was met with 'Do you need cutlery? What about bedding? You won't want that cabinet from the sitting room now then?'. Amazingly enough I only had to repeat myself about three times over to get them to stop, I was quite surprised.
And the idea of taking me to find the places where my exams for college are being held (since neither are in the college - or indeed are places I've ever been before) turned into 'Lets just look on Google Maps, that'll help.' Yes, of course, because I don't have the internet, spare time, or initiative of my own. Thanks. For. That.
Ok, so I'm making light of this a little here, but truth be told I'm utterly pissed off with the pair of them, and rather pathetically if I wasn't going to be relying on my dad to help me cart stuff to and from Uni when I do the moving thing, I'd be very close to telling them exactly how pissed off I am.
Finally, I had my last english lesson today, which consisted of a classroom timed essay - aka an exam, but slightly different. And I don't think it went particularly well. A literary review type thing. It wasn't an unmitigated disaster, but I covered about two thirds of what I'd actually planned to in the time we had, and I don't know that what I did get done is stong enough to stand on its own. Still, I'd be astonished if it didn't pass since I'm sure enough that what I have included is technically very good, and it's not at all beyond the realms of possibility that I'll get the 50% or so that'll see my achieve my overall distinction. And, as a bonus, I'll find out via email next week, rather than having to wait and wonder all summer until August - although work still has to be moderated. No doubt you'll all find out, either though a near suicidal blog, a moderately happy one, or one that's jumping for virtual joy!
And now, almost time to go to work and hear more strike/don't strike propoganda. Joy!
Phoenix
Current Mood: 
angry
Current Music: Trimm Trabb - Blur