Need to make the most of it :)

So tomorrow I'm returning to Sheffield for my third and final year of study. It's quite daunting as I have to write a dissertation and at the moment I can't even remember what topic I chose which is highly inconvenient. I think it's on Youth Crime, along those lines anyway :p. 


Sat at my computer looking round my room which, to me, looks bare. However, it's not. At all. Anyone else that walks in here would think I'm still living in it. As everything I love has been packed it's not lacking the true sense of me now. Sounds corny I know but it's true. If you've been to uni and seen all your things packed up you'll understand. 


I'm very excited to move back to Sheffield and start having a life again but this year will be much busier than last year. Not in the sense of lectures as they are few and far between but finally I've found a sense of direction which I need to kick myself into gear to achieve. I've decided that I want to become an A level lecturer teaching Psychology. I think I'd be perfect because for some reason all my psychology teachers have been mental, especially at A level. I think I could keep that image going :p For this I probably should have chosen a teaching degree. Hindsight is a bitch however and I didn't so now I'm going to try and get on a PGCE not this year as I've missed it. To get onto this course though I need experience working with children so I'm trying to get some volunteering work at the local Guide group. If I get to do that then I'll be spending as much time there as possible. Also I need to try and find a job to earn some cash :/ At the current time this is quite difficult however, I'm going to try. This year, hopefully, will be filled with a job, volunteer work and studying. I was also thinking about joining a sports team as well. 


After all those goals I still want to make the most of my last year at uni so I'll still have to fit in going out as well. Phew! Just thinking about all the stuff I want to do is getting me out of breath ha! Loser I know. 


A bit of a funny story as well to add to the seriousness. My mum has very nicely bought me some items to take back with me food, toiletries etc and she put a bottle of Archers in as well. I noticed that the bottle was only half full and that we had a full one in the house so I swapped them however, I felt really bad about it. I've never read it but I know the story by Edgar Alan Poe about the ticking heart under the floor boards and the guilt swelling up until he couldn't take it any more. It was like that and I had to swap them back. My mum saw and just laughed at me because she thought I was stupid. She also added that I could take the full bottle if I wanted to. Moral to the story: Maybe just ask, it's easier. Ha! 


Feeling a bit sentimental about leaving home again. :( 
xxx