And so here it is. Second year – over. Packed away, nothing but mere memories, much
treasured. Its been amazing, Met many amazing people, some of whom I miss A LOT. In 9 weeks I will fly to
Germany to begin the scariest chapter of my life so far. What mentalist goes to live in a foreign country for the sheer
hell of it, when they have so much back home?! Linguists who want a degree
apparently. I’ve surprised myself in not
crying at all this week, not that I’ve time to. One was kept rather busy
particularly by some rather sneaky individuals, but we’ll come to that.
So, Planet Beth is going to Germany, Specifically the south
western Bundesland of Baden-Württemberg. But you may have guessed that from the
rather manic post below, which I hworfed out in my mindless excitement on
Monday. The excitement, I’ll admit was fuelled in large part by relief in
finally having a placement, and most reassuringly put to bed any of Birgit’s
“Well if the worst comes to the worst you can always study”, at that point one
would have become a single honours English student with a minor in German. Studying is hard enough work in English let
alone in German, when you then add my 5 minute attention span and 3 hour block
lectures that are beloved of German universities the result is some seriously
chewed up nails on my part just trying to contemplate the sheer horror. Especially if you consider that my A-Level
tutor refers to my German essays as a “Form of carnage more familiar to Dresden
in 1945”, my issues with cases have thankfully lessened somewhat since then, and are now unlikely to unteach anyone German
as Tosh was once convinced would happen to him.
Instead I am spending the summer revising the latter half of
203 so as to be able to explain my innate English grammar to Germans come
September, a thought that simultaneously fills my mother with dread and
hysterical laughter.
Hopefully I’ll know which school I’m going to soon enough,
though my entire family and friends from a certain time will all laugh if I end
up at the school I went to in 2004 on exchange.
How this train is quicker I don’t think I’ll ever know, it
stops at every village between Lancaster and Leeds with a functional train
station! But the Website clearly states
that it’s 42 minutes quicker.
Tangents aside.
So what have been doing recently other than sleeping badly
and packing? A week today I turn 21. A small thing, that my friends weren’t
going to let go uncelebrated. Though
they rather gave the game away when I attempted to plan my own birthday shindigs
and Amy rather vehemently suggested that it was unnecessary and to leave well
alone.
(One is in Yorkshire.)
Anyway, Monday started with a migraine the size of Texas and
a refusal to remove ones self from bed because moving was guaranteed to be a very
bad idea. During this time I received
some peculiar texts and Phone calls, all concerned with my whereabouts and
plans. Something was beginning to smell fishy, particularly as nothing had been
mentioned on the Birthday front and Amy was leaving the following day. Being
all nauseous and migrainy however one didn’t dwell on it too much and opted for
further snoozing. Eventually paracetamol and Imigran made enough of a dent to
make making a brew and mindlessly staring at the gogglebox a viable activity. Activity
being used very loosely here. Anne then
popped around and dropped off stuff for her visit to the right side of the
Pennines next week and treated me to a massage, because they’re good migraines.
She then left to catch her flight to Ireland.
Amy returned from excursions of a sneaky nature, (I wasn’t
aware of this at the time), and was again very concerned about my plans for the
day, and whether getting dressed was on my to do list at all. Her eyebrows
wiggled worriedly when I announced it wasn’t likely, this was followed an hour
later by Hannah Brown demanding I quit moping, get a wash, get dressed and,
come shopping. Apparently pyjama days
are a waste when there are shoes to be bought. Or when Housemates need you out
of the house. I was convinced that I was
being turfed out, and was pretty sure why. Hannah only smiled weakly when I
announced that something smelt fishy.
Hannah was all too good at distraction and got me there ½ an
hour late. It wasn’t necessary to act surprised, far too many Party poppers
going off for that. An evening of much frivolity then began.
An evening for reasons that I will never understand I
decided to check my emails. And found
out I finally had a BC place.
Hannah Dengate slept over. And in the morning announced we
were having a girly dress up day because why not?! That should have been the first clue. However
my attention was focused elsewhere which meant that the very devious Hannahs
Brown and Dengate got me to The Borough
without me questioning anything. When we arrived and I put the phone down:
HB:“Fancy lunch?”
Me:“Yeah why not”
*walk in to borough, cue best face Emily says shes ever seen
me pull”
Me: “(squee) AS IF! HOW? YOU DID NOT JUST PULL THIS ON ME!”
Ladies Lunch FTW.
Amy then sought to assure me that there would be no further
attempts to cause me a heart attack.
With great relief I trotted of to Henry’s birthday BBQ for
dinner all fears of further shock allayed.
Tuesday also brought something that would, under normal
circumstances, warrant its own post. Lucy has returned. She is back in
Lancaster, she is back in Britain. Major wootage!
And as such we all gathered at Emily’s for a much needed
brew and catch up.
The rest of the week has consisted of packing, a
pharmaceutical farce of proportions only obtainable by the NHS (National
Halfwit Society) and Boots and procrastinating with Hannah Dengate. I now find myself on the train home for a
mummy hug an ‘UG and a cooked meal (whatever that is.)
So I’m going to go enjoy the view, readjust to a single bed,
scare the living daylights out of Anna, prepare for other Anne (it’s German,
pronounced like the English Anna) to come on Tuesday, and prepare to change at
Leeds. Till next week!
Bethxx
