This first week at University has proved a real mixed bag of emotions; excitement, horror, fear, anticipation, anxiety, stress, nervousness, joy, relief etc….
So it’s something odd that I’m not sure of which category I fit in exactly… am I one of the people running away in fear from the bulls in Pamplona, Spain, or am I in fact one of those wicked beasts taking charge of the situation… brilliant metaphor, I know.
In simple terms, am I running away from the pressures of this degree, or am I taking action and being not particularly nervous about it?
Here’s a little secret for you all. I’m on the fence. So here’s hoping that I’m a bull and not someone who’s about to get rammed and end up flying across the tourist-packed Mediterranean destination that Aussie tourists have come to love…
But the [fun] isn’t all over yet. To date I’ve only had two lectures from two of my three subjects. So I can’t exactly say where I feel as if I’m sitting. Give me a few days guys. Perhaps I’ll end up regretting my decision to study Journalism at UTS. Fingers crossed I don’t!
By the way, here’s a little snap I found yesterday… was taken last Wednesday on O-Day. :]
I’m hardly posing at all.
Keep it real kids.