one of the last

Ah, so I thought it pleasing to inscribe another of these ill-written testimonies to life before I am released.

Soonish, My Life At Home will be interrupted for the next episode: My Life At University.

I have mixed feelings about this. Naturally, the current episode must draw to a close sometime, as eighteen years is a fair length of time to play a daily show, daily. I am not at all sorry to call it a day and move on. The alarming prospect of spending one more year in my current fashion would induce a shallow state of depression, which is only being held at bay by the thought that I will not.

I want adventure. University is not the adventure I was looking for. Staying at home being the alternative however, I gladly take the plunge.

There are many unforeseen advantages to heading out to campus, as opposed, say, to China. For one, my granny is overjoyed. Important to keep your friends and relations at ease, I'd say. Naturally it would be more fun and make for more interesting conversation if I had gone to the East. Would have ruffled many feathers. I wouldn't have needed to say "Thank you, I also hope I have a splendid time." It appears I am obliged, by now, to enjoy myself as a student and all that.

Yes yes, I don't sound grateful. I am grateful. Not many people have the opportunity...etc. It's one of the best universities in the...etc.You think I do not know that? I do. I worried about it, but now I am over the fact that children are going hungry while I, the rich brat am going off to enjoy myself and get an education. I am very sorry that there are hungry children but my giving up university is not going to feed them. If it did I would feel... way more guilty. So lay off, I am grateful.

Another advantage to going to university, particularly the one I am going to, is that I know a lot of people there. This is not the case with China. That's probably why people go to the East to find themselves. If they went to a nearby town someone else would. Find them, that is.

At present I know where I am, and if not I'd rather be found before I go off to the land of the Squints. Wouldn't be of much use if I went there lost.

I try not to imagine what being there will be like. This way I can't be very surprised or disillusioned. I imagine it will be rough on me, that way I won't be disappointed by it's non-smoothness. Also, I expect that many of my preconceptions and prejudices (that I do not know I have) will be brought to light and challenged. I hope the way I think will only change in a good way.

I hope this year will be enjoyable.

I'll have to do something about me, in that case.