The pre-course boredom

I have foolishly decided to become one of those people who I used to hate - The Mature Student.

You know the people. They sit at the front of the class all the time, ask stupid question, full of big ideas but couldn't write an essay for shit. Well that is going to be me. No more full-time, poorly paid, desk job. Now I shall be embracing the student life. What used to be long stripy scarves, going to demos and spending all of your grant on beer but is now, designer clothes (paid for by your parents or the bank), sleeping around and spending all your student loan on beer and drugs. Hmmm....am I really going to join these lazy, 'don't know they were born', good-for-nothing eejits? Well yes, it would seem I am. What else could I do with five grand if not give it to an institution who will force me to spend my days with people who are all younger and better dessed than I am?

But hey, at least I'll be able to wear my jeans for a year! And you can't say better than that, can you?

The annoying bit is though that I have given up my job six weeks before I am due to start my course. I did this so I could carry out some work experience (just so that the babies won't have one more thing over me than just their tiny waists and wrinkle free skin). And I do have some work experience but just not enough to fill the full six weeks. So you say, with the time off, I should just sleep and watch telly, thus getting myself into the true student pysche. But actually it's just not that easy. Have you noticed how bad tv actually is? And of course I cannot indulge in my favourite habit, shopping, as I am officially penniless for the next year. Maybe I'll just have to take up nature walking!?! Or drinking in the afternoon...