Hmm, another Blog. What shall I put in this one? Pious thoughts? Complaints? Musings on the Fabric of Existence itself?

I'm cold and in a computer lab, because my flat internet is all broken up. Today has been a good day, probably because I began it with eight hours sleep and in the right frame of mind to begin it with a prayer. First Tutorial was Caribbean Lit, but I didn't have to do anything because my classmates were giving presentations. I could enjoy them all the more because I had done mine last week (which is to say the week before last, as I've had a Reading Week/Holiday). Therefore I sat back and enjoyed. They were all quite good and I gave them high grades.
After I had an hour to wait, which I did in the 'Officially Closed' Pathfoot Resources Centre, which is directly across from the classroom. I was joined after a time by Scott who's in the same class as me.
Then at 11 we went in. I was presenting in this class, which amounts to leading a discussion for about half an hour with one other person. Annis and I had coordinated our efforts and did rather well, I thought.
That tutorial lasted 'til 1 and I had to wait then until 4 for my next class. I had lunch with Scott. We had soup and crisps because there were no sandwiches without cheese or tomato as their main component. Actually it wasn't soup, it was Hot Water With Salt and Lumps in a polystyrene cup. Luckily I was cold, thirsty and unsalted so it went down a treat.
The next class was Modernism In Britain. It was good, we were doing some essays from D.H. Lawrence as well as the Novel 'The Good Soldier'. The intended title for that one was 'The Saddest Story', but due to a clerical mishap it was published under that title. I think that 'The Saddest Story' is a bit of an overstatement. The cut-short lives and general miserableness of four rich individuals who spend their lives in European Spa Towns in the years before the Great War doesn't really compare to what was to come. This was apparently why they didn't want to publish under that title.

In that Tutorial I was pleased to make the link between the essays and the novel, and it meant a lot to me personally. It's all about life not being possible when a 'pattern' is enforced upon it. One thinks of stereotypes, prejudice and other ugly things.

Once that was over I went to tea in the Student Union with some chums, then retired to a flat on campus where I sat and read because the inhabitants were either out, busy or on the phone. Getting bored, I came here. And now I am going home. Huzzah!