It’s about time I wrote this, given it was last year and all.
So I’d arrived in Lancaster. The railway station is in the city centre and the university, and so my guest room, is a mile or so south of the city. In the day there are plenty of busses running between town and campus (In fact there are at night now, too. There is a night bus service which runs hourly through the night between the city and campus. This wasn’t there while I was a student which is a shame – there would have been a few times I would have liked to use it!), and normally I would catch one of these, but I had both my camera bag and my large clothes bag with me so I opted to find myself a taxi.
It’s been an interesting week. Good by most counts, despite the odd complication. Up and down would be the best description, I think. I’ll deal with it in a few posts to stop them being too long…
It’s an unnerving experience when you are buried in your work, take a quick break, look out of the window and find yourself looking either at the ground or up into the air. Still I’m not going to complain – it’s a good thing because it means the train is managing to reach it’s top speed. On the way up north we were stuck in ‘non-tilt mode’, apparently. This time we clearly are not. I think I could make that say something about how the south views the north, but I’m sure it’s nothing to do with that. [read more]
Preston, Lancashire. Home of the University of Central Lancashire. They beat Lancaster University in the sports competition they have each year – Lancaster’s “Warmup to Roses”. So that’s it – Lancaster’s fate at Roses is sealed I guess. And that’s the next time I’ll see the group of people I came up here to see. Roses, York, summer. [read more]
I’m so tired. I can’t concentrate on what I’m supposed to be doing — I tried to do some work but I just can’t think stright. On that front it doesn’t help that I don’t have access to the internet on this train. They call this a main line. [read more]
I think I understand why this university has the highest suicide rate of universities in this country – when it rains its a depressing place…and it seems to rain all the time. There are a couple of things which add up to give it a depressing air really, I recon: 1) there is the constant drone of the motorway (the M6) most places you go (admittedly I am on the end of campus that it goes closest to, but you can hear it over most of the site) – you don’t tend to notice it really as obvious, but if you listen you can hear it there, and I’m sure that it has some kind of psychological effect; 2) A lot of the buildings on campus are concrete or red brick build around paved areas (more on the other end of campus, to be fair, there is quite a lot of greenery on this end); 3) The whole place is a bit of a maze of passages and walkways which always seem to be dark (I guess that would be mainly because of the fact that they are surrounded by the buildings, so don’t get much natural light!); and then there is the rain. So far, in the week and a bit I have been here, it seems to have rained almost every single day. Alright, it didn’t rain today, but most of the other days it has rained at least once. When it does rain the place gets even more depressing. Add to that the fact that there is a lot of development going on (they are building a new science and computing building at one end of the campus, and seem to be doing something with the drains elsewhere), and you have a recipe for depression. [read more]
Not that it is being like a really long run of update yet…but I’m working on it 😛
Alright, I’m not going to dress this up because its not worth it – I’m not going to pretend that I have been on the edge of my seat waiting for this day for however long because I havn’t. I guess its just the final part of my 6th Form College life. I’m talking about results – they came out today. [read more]
I actually don’t know when the last time I wrote in here was, or what I put, so you will have to excuse me if I say things again, but I will try not to 🙂
Well, since I broke from college I have to say I don’t feel to have stopped (not that it was that long ago). Wednesday when we finished I saw Natalie for the evening, and then came back to do some college work. Thursday I didn’t see her, and I needed to get some more presents for Christmas, so I set off at about twenty past 8 to get into Halifax and get the 9.10 bus to White Rose (I thought I would go there, because I might be able to get what I wanted for my mum’s birthday, and maybe my parent’s Christmas presents, and some ideas for my grandma…in the end I came back with none of those). I got there about 5 to 10, and set about looking round all the department stores for a choppy thing that my mum wanted. None of them had one. I wandered about a lot, looked in HMV at the DVDs and some music, bought none of it (actually I thought I would buy one as a present to my self if I got all my shopping done that day…but I didn’t, so I didn’t get a treat, lol), then went on to Woolworths where I bought a chocolate orange for everyone who will be in our house on Christmas day, and then on to Clinton’s for my mum’s birthday card and some more wrapping paper. I had some lunch, and then set off home again. I was back by 1 which was quite impressive (hmm, I say that, but it was a long time to buy some chocolate oranges, lol). [read more]