So, I've arrived at University and am already doubting my own ability due to a sharp but sincere comment from a flat mate; "no offence Mary, but I get this feeling you're going to be a drop out and it upsets me." Brilliant. Considering my stubbornness and downright ignorance of anyone else's opinion, the fact this comment seemed to ring true with my conscience doesn't bode well for the year ahead. The following morning involved another lie-in in complete disregard for my own education, although after a firm talking to from my occasionally logical boyfriend I decided it would be best to finally get round to taking the trip into town to buy the infamously expensive law books, which would perhaps encourage some form of effort from my disinterested lazy brain. They weren't that badly priced actually, surprisingly a set of three including an indispensable Oxford dictionary only came to £46.78. Not bad.
After what seemed a genuine chat with another flat mate; Oscar, who consoled me about the previous nights comment, I've decided that I shouldn't try to be something I'm not (i.e. too hard working) as apparently this would only burn me out instantly, regardless of how interesting the course actually is. He gave me various tips such as regularly opening and digesting sections of certain books at random intervals throughout the day, just to get me in a "legal frame of mind" without becoming a recluse. I may take him up on his offer of also joining him every other day or so at the library to sit and read together, in order to prevent one another from procrastinating. He's great, like really great, but unfortunately for me he's moving- to Devonshire, where like-minded private-school pupils congregate over stacks of reference books and Pashley bikes.
Laow.
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