Finally..... an update!
I have now handed all my work in, dissertation and all. The sense of relief is immense, but it's taken a lot of hard work to get there.
I genuinely cannot remember the last time i had more than five hours sleep. My skin looks absolutely attrocious, the lack of sleep combined with not taking my meds properly has caused havoc with my moods. However, i feel ok. I'm just glad it's over. Final year at uni is not something i can explain. Those who have been through it or are going through it now will understand what i mean. I'm annoyed at myself for not working harder. I know i could have achieved a lot more this year. Saying that, i am inccredibly proud of myself for even getting this far.
Now i just have two exams to revise for :
May 15th - social and psychosocial perspectives on young people
May 25th - communication disabilities and disorders
I'm feeling pretty good about young people as it's a seen exam paper and the two questions i have picked are perfect - one is on teenage pregnancy and abstinence education, the other is on LGBTQ youth and mental health.
On Saturday, Mark and I went to give it a name in Manchester. As if i didn't hate fashioncore, emo scene kids enough already! If 90% of the people in attendance were wiped off the face of the planet it would be no great loss. I am sick of fucking scene kids! I am sick of seeing girls with hair that has been bleached and backcombed so much that it resembles straw. I am also sick of those fucking stupid skinny jeans. Since when did everybody start to look the same????? That said, it was nice to see Hundred Reasons again. They rocked, even though they had bad sound and a shite stage to contend with. I never knew how fecking big MEN was - there were at least 10 huge tour bus type things parked backstage, it was crazy!
When we got back to Sheffield we went to wild rice for yummy chinese food. Honey and pineapple tofu = love!
Mum and Sal have officially moved out. It's so weird and i'm not sure if i like it. The place just feels so empty. Their flat is pretty nice, but i love living here near the park and the graveyard and stuff. It's so peaceful and pretty. My dad isn't coping with it too well. He spends most of his time drunk, watching war films in the dark. He doesn't eat unless i cook for him and i'm starting to get a bit worried. I'm going to leave it a bit longer because maybe this is just something he needs to go through. If it doesn't stop soon, Mark and I are going to have a chat with him. Mum seems to be doing pretty damned well, and to be honest, it feels like she's playing house. She's spent a couple of grand on buying stuff for their flat but she's been borrowing money from me. For the first time in my life, i feel like the only sensible member of my family. This isn't something i'm used to.
On the 24th of April we went out for my sister's 20th birthday and i had the best time i've had in ages. It was so great seeing people i haven't seen for months and i've become closer to one of them in particular. Unfortunately i went off the wagon and smoked five cigarettes :( i haven't smoked in almost 2 years so i felt so guilty. I burst into tears when i told Mark because i know how much he hates smoking and i felt so ashamed of myself. I'm going to try not to start smoking regularly, but i have a couple on a night out i'm not going to chastise myself :P
I genuinely cannot remember the last time i had more than five hours sleep. My skin looks absolutely attrocious, the lack of sleep combined with not taking my meds properly has caused havoc with my moods. However, i feel ok. I'm just glad it's over. Final year at uni is not something i can explain. Those who have been through it or are going through it now will understand what i mean. I'm annoyed at myself for not working harder. I know i could have achieved a lot more this year. Saying that, i am inccredibly proud of myself for even getting this far.
Now i just have two exams to revise for :
May 15th - social and psychosocial perspectives on young people
May 25th - communication disabilities and disorders
I'm feeling pretty good about young people as it's a seen exam paper and the two questions i have picked are perfect - one is on teenage pregnancy and abstinence education, the other is on LGBTQ youth and mental health.
On Saturday, Mark and I went to give it a name in Manchester. As if i didn't hate fashioncore, emo scene kids enough already! If 90% of the people in attendance were wiped off the face of the planet it would be no great loss. I am sick of fucking scene kids! I am sick of seeing girls with hair that has been bleached and backcombed so much that it resembles straw. I am also sick of those fucking stupid skinny jeans. Since when did everybody start to look the same????? That said, it was nice to see Hundred Reasons again. They rocked, even though they had bad sound and a shite stage to contend with. I never knew how fecking big MEN was - there were at least 10 huge tour bus type things parked backstage, it was crazy!
When we got back to Sheffield we went to wild rice for yummy chinese food. Honey and pineapple tofu = love!
Mum and Sal have officially moved out. It's so weird and i'm not sure if i like it. The place just feels so empty. Their flat is pretty nice, but i love living here near the park and the graveyard and stuff. It's so peaceful and pretty. My dad isn't coping with it too well. He spends most of his time drunk, watching war films in the dark. He doesn't eat unless i cook for him and i'm starting to get a bit worried. I'm going to leave it a bit longer because maybe this is just something he needs to go through. If it doesn't stop soon, Mark and I are going to have a chat with him. Mum seems to be doing pretty damned well, and to be honest, it feels like she's playing house. She's spent a couple of grand on buying stuff for their flat but she's been borrowing money from me. For the first time in my life, i feel like the only sensible member of my family. This isn't something i'm used to.
On the 24th of April we went out for my sister's 20th birthday and i had the best time i've had in ages. It was so great seeing people i haven't seen for months and i've become closer to one of them in particular. Unfortunately i went off the wagon and smoked five cigarettes :( i haven't smoked in almost 2 years so i felt so guilty. I burst into tears when i told Mark because i know how much he hates smoking and i felt so ashamed of myself. I'm going to try not to start smoking regularly, but i have a couple on a night out i'm not going to chastise myself :P