Today was our first lesson of our second semester in our first year as Sheffield Hallam Creative Writing students :) We met our new tutor today (well, one of several) her name is Suzanne Batty and she's a poet. It was a pretty decent lesson, except for the painful and cheesy "get to know each other exercises" that, even though we all have known each other for half a year now, had to endure. We had to think of an animal that begun with the first letter of our name and then say an interesting fact about ourselves. Pure cheese. Except for that we mostly just did a few writing exercises.
After uni I went to the flat of the two girls I'm living with next year to decide which room we would each have in our new house. It was all done by random but I still got the room I wanted (in the attic) so yey. I wouldn't have minded the middle room I just didn't want the one downstairs. It seems wrong to have a front door in a bedroom. The door isn't used as the main door, you're meant to use the back one to get in and out of the house, but what if people knock on your door while you're asleep or something. It just creeps me out basically.
