Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Yr Ddraig Croniclau

Pardon my possibly faulty English to Welsh translation. It's the new blog title, and more generally appropriate. It's actually the name of my University Life newsletter and means, in the Queen's English, The Dragon Chronicles. It refers, of course, to my time in Wales, where the national animal is a dragon (yes, indeed, no joke), and so symbolic of anything I do there. Chronicle merely refers to the fact that I will be recording my heroic deeds, and to signify that it is a newspaper of sorts.

So, not sure how to say this, but thanks to the tightened visa application guidelines in the UK to prevent fraud, I have to do a video interview with University of Wales Trinity Saint David in order for them to formally assess my academic qualifications. Does this mean that if I don't measure up, I won't be going to Wales? Yes. It does. Can't explain it all very well, but the fact is it's theoretically possible my education is in jeopardy. I don't think it will turn out badly, but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous, and it certainly doesn't mean it couldn't turn out badly whatever my personal thoughts on it. Upsetting, much? A little. I try not to think about it.

Sunday, 22 May 2011

Blog Submission

My university is offering the chance to be a representative blogger for them in the coming year. I don't know how long it would last, probably just the one year, but starting sometime soon, three bloggers will be offering their thoughts and opinions to the upcoming year, and discussing what goes on as soon as term starts. I was deeply interested in being one of those representatives, so I made a submission that went something like this. The rules are: 250 words, about anything. I wasn't sure what to write about, so I just tried to write some interesting thoughts in an interesting way. I have no idea what other people think because I can't see it from their perspective, but I'm hoping that that, along with some of my credentials slipped into the introduction to the submission may swing the chances in my favour. The more I think about it, the more I would be interested. They even give you a camera so you can "vlog" around campus. The blogs would, I believe, be posted directly to the university website, to provide potential students with incentives to go based on the awesomeness recorded by current freshers. I think I could make it sound so amazing, no one would be able to resist. Either way, here's the gist of my submission. If you want to, you can let me know what you think.

Well, there goes my Oriental Wall Hanging. I can always tell when Summer's here, because the posters start to come down. Once it's hot enough to leave the fan on, last year's masking tape begins to peel off, one corner at a time. Still, inside it’s not too hot, despite temperatures over 90 outside. Haven’t had to turn the air co on yet.

I’ve been thinking about the future—my future—lately, and comedy in particular. Mainly, how to establish my own brand of it, and find audiences for it whilst I’m in university. I love to rant—and am an avid David Mitchellite—but I’d like to have a broader range of comedic options than just that.

Relatedly, I’ve been thinking more seriously about being an historical advisor on films. I wouldn’t want to give up writing and teaching, especially because it’s not a steady job, but when I could get it, I have to say it sounds perfect. I would get to work on films, like I’ve always wanted, and maybe wheedle my way into a small role if I get close to the director. Maybe it would be an incentive to become a real historian.

Well, it’s that time of day now, and there’s a can of Pringles beside me with a rapidly diminishing stock. I should probably close this so there’s some left for later. They are, after all, salt & vinegar flavoured.

Till next time,


Sunday, 15 May 2011

Two and a half weeks, could it really be over now? The longest days in my life, and the worst, I think. Did I learn anything? Plenty. Will it stick? Don't know. Am I sorry it ended the way it did? In some ways; in some ways I'm glad. Hard to believe I won't be going back, that this is it—all I'll have to do, and I'll never be back, but that's the way it is I suppose. I may be only 19 years old, but I won't be patronised; I won't be pushed around; I won't be treated as an inferior just because people think I'm a "needy college student". I'll be treated like an adult, because I'm doing an adult's job, and should be getting an adult's pay. I won't sweat so you can make money—you or anyone else. And that's how it is.

Saturday, 14 May 2011


I am the proud owner of a futon now. My room is, as always, delightful. I switched it out for my bed to save room, and to have a better place to write, read, and get things done. It's just easier when there's a little more space, and a place to sit that isn't my chair. Sometimes, if I'm working on several things at once, or I have my things spread out around me, the la-z-boy isn't big enough, and the bed is too high, and too much like a bed (which does, indeed, make sense). I don't know that it's more comfortable than my bed to sleep on, but I'm sure I'll work out someway or other to get a good night's sleep. After all, if I'm truly desperate I can always sleep on the floor. The summer's so hot anyway that a bed gets to be too much a lot of the time as it is.

So there you have it; with a futon in my life now, there's no going back.