reading through some of the blogs I wrote on my computer yesterday from the beginning of uni- they were so much better than the crap I write these days, it was more introspective, unlike my massive detailed account of my days at the moment
Right now I'm exhausted after 6 hours of exams in 48 hours, put like that it's not so bad but the revision I did for them was far from adequate. So fucked- I'm going to Eastern Europe with Gavin and Nicol during the resits and if I fail then that is it
I don't think I'd feel that devastated- all through the exams I'm sitting there thinking, well if this doesn't go to plan it won't matter that much, how much is uni going to help me? I still want to be an actor in an ideal world, besides that I still have little idea of what I want to be, besides maybe a foreign correspondant- but how likely is that going to be?
What annoyed me most in Death of a Salesman was the main guy's reluctance to do what he was good at- carpentry, and I think I fear that for myself now. A few people have said how suited I would be to life as a teacher, but I run from that suggestion, I fear it. It somehow makes me feel degraded, the lack of respect people have for teachers- I myself have a huge amount of respect, but not the others so much.
enough said.
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