’cause I’m history.
Today is officially the start of my last year as a BA student. I moved into my new house about two weeks ago, and tomorrow I have my first lecture for this year- a general meeting with all second and third year students. My first actual lectures are on Friday- two hours of Greek Tragedy, then an hour of Greek. The other module I’ve chosen for this year is The Art and Architecture of Asia Minor, and then of course I have my dissertation.
Dissertation
So, my dissertation. I’m currently researching it, as a week from now I have to hand in a 250 word plan and register my topic. I’ve decided to do it on something around neo-classicsm, and the influence of the Grand Tour. Frustratingly, Channel Four have chosen this moment to show ‘Kevin McCloud’s Grand Tour’, yesterday’s episode of which was (as phrased by my mother) “exactly what you’re doing for your dissertation”. I don’t want people to think I’ve got my idea from a television programme, and I don’t want other people to choose the same topic as me, and have the whole year become a fight for the same books (especially if they’re better than me, and my dissertation looks like a piece of GCSE coursework in comparison.
House
The last entry I wrote was about my housemates. G has moved into university accommodation, and for the last few nights, has been out socialising with his new flatmates. I wouldn’t say that I’m jealous, but quite a lot of me wishes that I’d got into university accommodation (I applied, secretly, even though I’d agreed to live with my now housemates). Tonight, my housemates, have “secretly”, by which I mean that they’ve tried to make it so that I don’t know, agreed to go out. It’s with friends of theirs which I don’t know particularly, but frankly, I feel left out. It’s the way that they’ve tried to make it so I don’t know that gets to me, basically saying they really really don’t want me to be there.
