Finally after all the talking and decision making, all the chopping and changing and all the whinny blog entries about it. I had my first day at university. I must admit it was a bit of a culture shock getting up at the crack of dawn again for the first time in ages, but it was kind of refreshing.
The traveling's not as bad as I thought either it only takes about an hour on the train and then five minutes walk to from Kidderminster train station. Plus it's situated right smack bang in the centre of the town too.
As is the norm with most first days at new places I knew nobody at all, but really neither does anybody else so everybody feels just as arkward about the boring small talk nobody wants really wants to go through.
The day started off with a really fun and interesting hour long libary induction...Yay! After that we had a talk by the head of the department and a few other lecturers who we will most likely have to interact with and most of the usual welcome to the next stage of your life type spiel, you know the sort of thing I'm sure.
Then we had an hour and a half for lunch (which was a nice surprise) I tagged along with a few people from my course that I'd made small talk with earlier and we wondered around Kidderminster aimlessly for the 90 minutes.
Turns out the group of people I was talking to are all comic book nerds...Like me! I had some great conversations about comics and sci-fi. Also because of the nature of the course everyone is a film buff too!
After lunch we went ot the studio room which is quite big and obviously where any sets would constructed. Then after filling out many a boring form, we had to go round the room telling the whole group the following facts about ourselves:
The traveling's not as bad as I thought either it only takes about an hour on the train and then five minutes walk to from Kidderminster train station. Plus it's situated right smack bang in the centre of the town too.
As is the norm with most first days at new places I knew nobody at all, but really neither does anybody else so everybody feels just as arkward about the boring small talk nobody wants really wants to go through.
The day started off with a really fun and interesting hour long libary induction...Yay! After that we had a talk by the head of the department and a few other lecturers who we will most likely have to interact with and most of the usual welcome to the next stage of your life type spiel, you know the sort of thing I'm sure.
Then we had an hour and a half for lunch (which was a nice surprise) I tagged along with a few people from my course that I'd made small talk with earlier and we wondered around Kidderminster aimlessly for the 90 minutes.
Turns out the group of people I was talking to are all comic book nerds...Like me! I had some great conversations about comics and sci-fi. Also because of the nature of the course everyone is a film buff too!
After lunch we went ot the studio room which is quite big and obviously where any sets would constructed. Then after filling out many a boring form, we had to go round the room telling the whole group the following facts about ourselves:
- Your Name
- Where your from
- Your career aspirations
- The last film you saw at the cinema
- Your favorite film
And my answers:
- "Hi my names Stuart"
- "I live in a little town called Shirley not too far from here"
- "I'd like to get into film and learn about as many aspects about the business as possible"
- " The last film I saw at the cinema was Spider-Man 2 (knowing nod to the newly befriended comic book nerds"
- "There's too many good films to name a favorite so I'll just say the Back to the Future trilogy."
The last question I was debating for ages while the questions went round the semi circle. Everyone else was coming out with classics, and of course you can't repeat what someone else has said even if you did think of it first because then you just look like your stealing their idea and that's not good first impression.
As the Mexican wave of introductions moved closer I was worrying about following what was pretty much The top ten list of all time greatest films. But when the guy two seats away from me said his favorite film was The Muppets Christmas carol I feared no more.
So all in all my first day was a good one and from the course layout that I read on the train home some of the modules look very interesting, like shooting a 15 minute documentary on a subjects of your own choice.
Standing on the edge
4 Comments Published by Spiderstu on Wednesday, September 08, 2004 at 10:42 pm.
It’s tough when someone you’ve loved goes away from you, whatever form it may take. The range of emotions you go though is endless; hell there’s even probably a few new ones in there. But it takes a long time come to terms with.
I’m not talking about moping around 24/7 and wallowing in self-pity for all to see. But more like the times when you lie awake in bed at night and you feel a slight yearning in the pit of your stomach for that someone you once had. Or the times you’re on a bus and your mind wanders back that perfect august afternoon you both spent together. Or maybe its just moment the two of you shared.
It’s easy to get caught up these moments no matter how long you’ve been apart, Weeks, months, or even years after. And it’s very easy to put yourself into that painful, self-loathing, jealous hole that’s deep inside of you when you realise it’s gone.
God knows I’ve done this time after time after time and then some! Tonight I stood on the edge of that hole and I rocked back and forth. When a part of me that usually takes a long holiday to Crete as soon as I get in this mood tapped me on the shoulder.
Hope pulled me back tonight. I’ve never seen it there before. Maybe I wasn’t looking for it and maybe it got pissed of because it was staring me right in the face and I couldn’t see it… maybe I didn’t want to. Who knows?
But one thing I do know, whatever it is I’m looking for to fill that void that’s been left, it’s not in the life I lead at the moment.
I think it’s finally time for a few changes.
I’m not talking about moping around 24/7 and wallowing in self-pity for all to see. But more like the times when you lie awake in bed at night and you feel a slight yearning in the pit of your stomach for that someone you once had. Or the times you’re on a bus and your mind wanders back that perfect august afternoon you both spent together. Or maybe its just moment the two of you shared.
It’s easy to get caught up these moments no matter how long you’ve been apart, Weeks, months, or even years after. And it’s very easy to put yourself into that painful, self-loathing, jealous hole that’s deep inside of you when you realise it’s gone.
God knows I’ve done this time after time after time and then some! Tonight I stood on the edge of that hole and I rocked back and forth. When a part of me that usually takes a long holiday to Crete as soon as I get in this mood tapped me on the shoulder.
Hope pulled me back tonight. I’ve never seen it there before. Maybe I wasn’t looking for it and maybe it got pissed of because it was staring me right in the face and I couldn’t see it… maybe I didn’t want to. Who knows?
But one thing I do know, whatever it is I’m looking for to fill that void that’s been left, it’s not in the life I lead at the moment.
I think it’s finally time for a few changes.
