Had a fuuuun evening yesterday at a rooftop bar overlooking St Paul’s Cathedral. I even got to see my main man JD! It is rather pretty. Had a fuuuun evening yesterday at a rooftop bar overlooking St Paul’s Cathedral. I even got to see my main man JD! It is rather pretty. Had a fuuuun evening yesterday at a rooftop bar overlooking St Paul’s Cathedral. I even got to see my main man JD! It is rather pretty.

Had a fuuuun evening yesterday at a rooftop bar overlooking St Paul’s Cathedral. I even got to see my main man JD! It is rather pretty.

Going back to Oxford tomorrow! Very excited.

It’s definitely harder to find motivation as a university student, as the steps to reach my goals seem less defined to me. Of course you can say ‘well, you should aim for a first or 2.1 and work towards getting that’, which I try to. But when I was in secondary school, my goal was to get into Oxford, and I’d been motivated by this since I was about 14. I could see, to a certain degree, the exact steps I needed to take to do it: I needed to excel in my exams, I needed to show a passion for literature and work on improving my knowledge and proficiency. Getting into Oxford was one of the hardest things I have done in my life, but I could see exactly how I *could* do it.

Now I’ve reached the stage in life where it’s harder to see a route to go down. As an Arts student, it’s not as simple as ‘complete your degree, go into a profession’. There are many different, winding paths to success, so many options, and all very daunting in their nature. I am scared of failure, and this often stops me taking the first few necessary steps.

Sometimes being a student really has its drawbacks. I constantly feel like I am in this middle ground between childhood and adulthood; I am old enough now to be responsible, to be independent and I get a taste of this when away at university. Then I come home and don’t have enough money to be financially independent - to have a car (or even learn to drive), to be able to live independently, to cook for myself and be able to treat those around me.

Even though my family are often great and understanding, it doesn’t make it easier. I want my own home, as at the moment I just feel like I’m intruding on somebody else’s.

Missing the little book collection in the holiday home in North Wales. This is my completely natural, not at all staged photo to remind myself of it. The house we stayed in formerly belonged to the author Richard Hughes, author of the world’s first radio play, also known for the novel ‘A High Wind In Jamaica’.

In other news, the Wimbledon interview went alright. We’ll see. Even if it doesn’t come off, I still got to enjoy a tour of Centre Court and learn a few interesting skills.

Now to carry on with the reading I should be doing. ‘Frankenstein’ has been read and I enjoyed the way it was written a great deal. ‘Tristram Shandy’ needs to go away. Now tucking in to ‘Mathilda’ by Mary Shelley with its rather unsettling themes.

eeveez:

you have no proof that i am not at least one of the members of daft punk

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Interview to work at Wimbledon tomorrow. I REALLY want to get it! 

If anyone has any tips/obscure tennis knowledge, I’d love to know. Would be working in the shop if I get it :)