A stomach in tangles
It is funny to see how you handle it; when things you're counting on just doesn't happen.
I was definate that I would get a room at Trinity Hall (campus). I even booked my plane ticket accordingly. So when I got an e-mail that the lists for rooms were out I wasn't even very nervouse. People kept saying; first-years were prioritated, so were international students. No problemo.
Then I couldn't find my name on the list. Why? Because it wasn't there.
First there was chock and a slight panic.
Then there was anger.
Then I realized I didn't even wanna live in Trinity Hall. It was just the safe option.
But who was I kidding? I wouldn't have liked it there. With all the freedom I've had this last year I wouldn't have been happy living in a place where "No boys in the room after 8pm" and "Alcohol or intoxication is not allowed" are two main rules of life. I am not a baby anymore...
So now I am homeless but happy. And dead nervouse for what's to come. I might (keeping all my fingers crossed) have chance for a really good room (friend who might be moving to Belfast). If that doesn't happen I'll just have to swallow my pride and go to Dublin a week early and sort it out over there.
Lesson learnt? Don't count on anything... and make it happen yourself.
I have a stomach in tangles....
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Puss