Talk about falling off the face of the earth! I have been extremely busy getting settled in the new (way better) flat, keeping up with classes, and finding a job that I haven't had a moment to even think of what I wanted to write here. Now that I have a lengthy project due in 6 days, I find it a great time to write.
So I love my classes. I don't find myself checking the clock a million times and I don't even bring my phones to class! That is something! There are so many things that are discussed about music and The Beatles that I never even considered that also makes it sort if terrifying. However, I am a quick learner and since it is something I am super interested in (I don't know what I could be more interested in) I am trying harder to keep up (with the exception of projects). I did buy a voice recorder because I just wasn't able to write fast enough and comprehend what my professor was saying with his accent. Now that I have the recorder I am less stressed and only write a bit. I wish I thought of that at Marywood because it would be much easier to listen to my iPod with the notes on it than try to read everything. Thursday night is the class that is strictly Beatles. I love it. However, I have to learn to not act like a fan in the class and act like a scholar. (Fancy, huh?) Really hard to do when my professor provides us with music by The Quarrymen or just John and Paul that I have never heard. Inside I am going crazy but on the outside my face appears to be concentrating on the music. It is just a great time. My project is an annotated bibliography (six books and min of 1200 - max of 1800 words) He wants to see how we write. I am awful at writing so that is why I am procrastinating. I have the ideas but it's the grammar rules that ruin it for me (still). Kind of like the church ruins religion for some, huh? Rude. I know. I will do it. I work better under pressure anyway.
My flatmates are great! I live with five other girls: Bianca, Sam, Shani, Tasha, and Amy. They are all hysterical and incredibly helpful. I couldn't ask for a better bunch. They are young. The oldest one is 20 but that's okay because they don't hate me because I am old hag. They laugh at me when I try new things that I end up not liking and they find my lack of cooking skills quite comical. They also think it's hysterical when the IT guy comes in to fix something because my face turns bright red. He's adorable and married (the usual).
The job hunting is a forever battle that I will win one day. I have four thousand applications out. One is bound to attract someone's attention. You wait.
I will write more about Lennon's bday / Macca's wedding / Macca concert soon!
