SAM is so much more disgusting than A-levels. Right now i'm in the computer lab of Taylors which they call 'The Webb' or something like that and about to go back to the hostel room.
Life here seems to be improving, but as each day passes, i am missing HELP more. More and more. I wonder how to kill time. No wi-fi in the apartment unit yet but thankfully they have already installed the astro services.
But its still boring. And there is so so so so so much homework to do. One million assignments, a handful of random homeworks, lots of catching up, and deadlines written all over my year planner. SAM is like the programme of assignments. Delay work, and might as well go dive into the septic tank.
I'm not missing home yet, but am also glad that I'll be home tomorrow. But HELP, i still cant get over this. Every moment that moves here in Taylors heaps onto my misery of missing HELP. Gosh. Ouch. Attachment is in fact the root of all suffering.
Hopefully I'll get over this fast.
Life's okay though don't worry about me.
And i met Michelle today, Jason yesterday.
If anyone has any tips on how to kill time in a hostel without getting arrested, please leave a note.
Time for assignments and catching up.
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