STUDENTHOOD

This is truly the most challenging year of my life in every sense of the word. My house is a multicultural nightmare, my coursework threatens my every waking moment and my landlord is a less than reasonable man.

If I went missing I think the only way my housemates would notice when they realised the rubbish wasn't being taken outside. The state of the shower is appalling too and I am showering at the YMCA gym these days (for water pressure) so I know it's not me!




I have no freezer space to speak of but even if there was room I wouldn't take it with all the unmarked, half wrapped meat floating about in it. Between that and the meal making potential of my disgusting kitchen I am on a diet of canned goods and potatoes. Em, Em Salt!




I don't have a kitchen table or a lounge so my bedroom is where I eat, sleep, work, relax and count sheep to the sound of my Taiwanese housemate's speakerphone conversations and other two housemates getting in uproars about who knows what (unfortunately I could know what if I choose to listen!).



I just can't wait for this pathetic studenthood phase in my life to end. Whatever happens next will be tough too. I know that but like many people my age I ask too many questions... What's in store for me? What job will I get? When will I move into my own place? Will I meet someone?

...What is that stain on my kitchen ceiling? ...And then I realise that some questions are better left unanswered.