FINALLY I'm a final year. How weird thinking I'm meant to be doing all this work, and in 9 months time I have to don the silly hat and black cape. Its great being back at University, although I'll really miss Newbury - the lovely town I had the privilege of living in for the last year (sarcasm is so much harder in writing).
  YAY! Back in lectures... although I overslept by 1.5hrs on the first day back, totally missing my first 9am lecture of the year! Guilty feeling descends, so I decide to make up, and go to 2 module lectures I'm not even doing. Guilt gone, but kinda now feeling too much negative guilt. Lucky for me, the next day the guilt equilibrium was restored when I forgot to go to the same module lecture again!
  SATURDAY afternoons are for doing those things that you put off every other day. I looked around my room for something to do, and decided my cacti needed re-potting... An hour later and I know why I haven't bothered to re-pot them since I got them - as they bite! And it's always the ones that look the least lethal that hurt the most!
  JUST to make things clear, if anyone saw me taking pictures of myself with 26 random campus bins after the first Wednesday night out, I wasn't actually drunk. I don't DO alcohol, and as my friends would say, this is probably a good thing! (although when I used to drink I never did anything unusual?).

  THE mission: to write about my first weeks back on campus as a final year. Well, it's certainly been crazy. I'd almost forgotten just how busy life on campus is, having lived miles away (well, two) for the past couple of years. Moving in was hectic, tiring, but almost as exciting as when I moved onto campus for the first time three years ago.
  FROM day one it's been a crazy whirlwind of lectures (only 6 a week - I am a muso after all!), mad nights out (definitely more than 6 each week), 'quick drinks' in Chancellors (every day but one since arriving), and of course the several-hour-long late night phone calls on the good old internal phones. I remember when they were first installed back in 1999, and none of the novelty has rubbed off three years later.
  MY friends and I still love to record 'funny' voicemail greetings (mine's currently about an alien having sex with your ear... don't ask!) and the crank phone calls to friends are back in force. On Sunday Neil left three messages on Matt's voicemail asking for the 'chicken korma appreciation society' before Matt finally realised it wasn't a genuine wrong number!
  DESPITE being supposedly 'mature' final years, our sense of humour is undoubtedly the same as when we started here all those years ago. I just worry what the Freshers are going to think of all of us.