Coming Home

Oh God. Uni is so good. It's like a sweet, refreshing rain and I am
like some foreign, clueless farmer who has planted crops during the
wrong season and is now realising my horrible fuck up might be
completely erased. So I guess that's joy? 'Joy' is probably more
concise.

I
got up at 9, went to some lectures, played some ball at the gym albeit
crippledly and then went to the Coopers Bar where I didn't actually
drink anything but I could of drunk during the day and then I got home
at 3. Every inch of that campus is dripping with potential.

I
can't really say anything bad about the whole return, but this quote
was in my ideas pad for potential use in my 'back to uni' entry:

Quote:
Skipping
subjects isn't cool anymore? I feel like I'm the dad in a sitcom where
he goes back to college and everything has changed.