Jury Duty?
I had my first official day of university yesterday. It was only a one hour lecture so it wasn’t too bad. I met up with some of the people that I met at enrolment, orientation, O-day and the faculty welcome. I think it would have been a lot worse if I hadn’t already met people. My university timetable means that I will have to give up my job at the chemist… they’re gonna be so mad at me.
It’s my birthday next week, which means that I only have about one year left of being a ‘teenager’… scary stuff my friends. I’m not really feeling that party vibe this year, so I’ll probably just go out with some of my closer friends. I share the same birthday as Megan anyway, so I’ve got her party on the Saturday night and then I’ll go out on the Sunday… actually I could probably do the Friday now… will have to look into it.
I’ve been sent a letter of notification of inclusion on a jury roll. I haven’t even been eighteen for a year yet and they’ve gotten me. Although it doesn’t say so on the exclusions list, if you are a full-time student, you are exempt form fulfilling jury duty. I’ve just got to fax over some proof of my student status or something. So there’s another thing to add to my ever expanding to-do list.
So… where are ya from?
Well my tired ass is sitting here. I’ve been pretty busy the last few days, as noted in my previous blog. In summary, work was frustrating as always, shopping was long, the BBQ was awkward, the get together was fun, getting my licence didn’t happen due to their systems being down AND enrolment was a pain in the ass.
But yeah… I enrolled into my course on Monday. It was a long confusing process which ate up all my afternoon and left me with no time to go out. My new student ID card looks almost as attractive as a mugshot and just about no one I know is going to my university. Making friends is hilarious; it’s like the beginning of high school all over again… but with really cute boys.
The get together with the class of 06 turned out to be okay. Besides my feet getting tortured by my heels and the little guy at the bar who wouldn’t take my ID, it actually turned out better than I’d expected. Here’s a photo from the night... I don’t know why, but lately in all my photos I look angry…
Liz, Cassie and Me
In other news, I got myself a new job. In addition to working in a crappy supermarket, I will also be working at a chemist from Thursday onwards. From what I’ve seen, the working environment looks very relaxed and the work pretty simple … hopefully that will make up for the fact that it doesn’t pay as well as my other job does. Meh.
Stupid wardrobe men are coming out tomorrow. We’re getting new built-ins put in and someone has to be home to let them in etc. Guess who pulled the short straw on that decision? THANKFULLY Cassie will be coming over to keep me company for the time that they will be here. Let’s just hope that they don’t get here ridiculously early and wake me up.
