I had planned to write this post about 5 hours ago while on my lunch break at uni. ( yeah I started uni this week – Thursdays are 12 hours long, but only 6 hours worth of learning..) But then I found company instead so I had to social ( and by that I mean we laid on the grass and complained we still had another lecture to go to). So instead of this being a recount of my hectic first week of a Business “scholar” and of how 6.30 is now a sleep in, this post is about my trip home.
I finish at 8pm on a Thursday. Uni for me, is a 1.5 hour trip from home (thats if im lucky and all my stops line up). Its a bus, then a train, then a walk. It being past sunset and in nieghbourhoods you wouldn’t want to walk alone in neither my mum nor my boyfriend were happy with this arrangement. However as my mum has gone away for the weekend and my boyfriend doesn’t drive, I assured them of my independence and capabilities. I can do it during the day, whats so hard about doing it at night? Tristan wasn’t pleased enough so insisted he catch the train with me. He worries too much.
Never have I ever had any problems catching the train, a bus, or walking home. The one time I’m trying to prove myself, I face plant on the concrete sending my glasses flying, water bottle onto the very near main road, my body crushed under my falling backpack, and my face to the lovely cement. Only when I’m with him I swear..
^^ my totally awesome way to prove I’m okay. Luckily Tristan is a first aid freak and inisistied he clean it and bandage it. He even offered to carry me home ( I was quite alright, theses things happen to me a lot as a clumsy person).
ah well always next week
Stay Pretty (: