Last week Monday!

Dear Matthew,

Right so as you were aware I was incredibly nervous about starting my new course last week.

I wasn’t sure what to expect and also wasn’t quite sure what the people were going to be like. Looking back on it two weeks later I really had nothing to be worried about. With me being so awesome and all.

I woke up early and got ready and reluctantly made my way out the door only to have missed the first bus. I was inches away from taking the stance that when you miss your bus it isn’t meant to be. It was early so i sat myself down and just waited for the next one.

Cue the Female bus Driver!

Why is it that whenever I think I have more than enough time to get through stuff a friendly woman but driver with empathy for the tar that she drives on arrives to get me to my destination? WHY WORLD WHY?

I shuffled to the back of the bus like I always do and put my earphones in as I always do because I find it hard to listen to the drivel around me. Rocking it to bust a move I check my phone every five minutes to see how late I am going to be and I mentally threw my hands in the air and basically said FUCK IT!

I enjoyed the bus ride as did all the grateful gimpy hipped grannies. When I arrived at The Haymarket I pied on my clock that I could actually make it to where I needed to be on time. So I bolt down the escalator and through to the platform where my train was due to embark only to see it leave before my eyes. A smiling kid waving out the window as it did. One thought crossed my mind at that point.

KILL IT WITH FIRE.

Turning my music up and my head down I kept dancing in my head until the next train arrived. At this stage I was fifteen minutes late and the thought of what I would be walking into when I arrived played on my mind. Scenes varied from me being turned away to me being told off and my favorite included me walking slowly away from a blazing building.

Now as you well know I do not run. It just doesn’t happen. I am not being chased, my life is not in danger and other people around me are not running. I do not run!

I didn’t run that day either. I walked at an impressive pace but I did not run! Funny as I am writing it its as if I am fighting the power but that wasn’t it at all i was just so over the day already and it hadn’t even started. So i sauntered down to the building and made my way up the stairs and as I made it through the doors I put on a pant and burst through the doors to four unassuming faces yelling “I am so sorry I am late!” One of them turned to me and said, “Ah no worries the tutor hasn’t even arrived yet.”

I returned my breathing to normal shrugged it off and found a seat in the corner with some good looking guys and sat down. One of them was to be the man that I was going to marry then he opened his mouth and I called off the wedding.

After filling a shit house full of forms. We were that we could go home. To say that day one was a giant waste of my time would be an understatement of note! I sauntered back to the Haymarket and as i got on the bus I remembered that my prescription would indeed be ready!

I stopped off at the doctors, then stopped off to get my prescription for my stop smoking stuff and then spent the rest of my afternoon walking around town in attempt to find a pharmacy that had it in stock.

Other than the fact that my day basically consisted of walking around town at incredible paces and filing in paperwork I suppose it wasn’t all that bad. This however was not an indicator to what my week was going to be like, OH NO! it definitely got better and a lot more interesting!

Missed you all day though!

My weeks events will continue after this xxx

TO BE CONTINUED. . .