How did third year come about?

Right, so I may have started my final year… Don’t ask me how it happened, and sorry Mum (and anyone else who cares) for not blogging in such a long time. Updates! So this year I’m living in an actually nice house, we have fully functioning showers and we even have a table where we can eat dinner. Aren’t we the luckiest? The jewel in the crown is… the dishwasher. I would have potentially wasted so much time cleaning up last year – I say potentially, because we cleaned up about half as much as we should’ve done – and this year all that lost time has been regained for me in one average-sized electrical box of water and wonder.

Uni wise I’m writing a dissertation. Don’t ask me why I thought that was a good idea, it seemed like a right of passage that I had to try. It’s going okay, I’ve currently got two narrative threads going of a mother and daughter. The Mum’s a drunk (don’t worry Mum, none of this is written from personal experience) and the daughter just sort of wanders around before knocking herself out on the dining room table. Obviously there’s a lot more to it than that but that’s the one sentence version. In other news, I have a job! And it’s brilliant. I’m looking after a 9 year-old boy and he’s great. He’s really smart and loves tacos. He is also very stubborn at times and will only do his times tables if we listen to rap music whilst I make up new words for our secret language. Since I’m writing from the perspective of a 9 year-old in my dissertation it’s actually very useful to be around one three days a week.

Oh! And I started doing dance again. Jazz specifically. It’s not very jazzy, it’s just very dance-y. We go to competitions as well because I made the squad, which I find a weird concept, “dancing competitively.” It sounds like there’s just a room full of people having a dance off. That would be pretty fun actually; perhaps I should look into it.

Other than that I’m just trying to sort the rest of my life out. It’s kind of weird thinking about it now that in seven months I’m going to be chucked into a weird limbo where I have to make all my own decisions. Apparently that decision is going to be journalism, I’ve worked out that that’s what I really want to do, its just getting there now. Anyway! I have to go and make a spreadsheed to organise the chaos that are my career plans. Wish me luck…