Last weekend my little sister was at a skiing camp, then when my parents picked her up they brought her on over to meeee!
She got here Tuesday and we all went out for dinner, since my Mum, Dad and Bro were staying overnight before heading on home the next morning.
We didn't do much of interest, the main reason was to take her to fencing and let her have a go.
She doesn't like foil (the one I do) because it's "wussy", she was told by the club captain she wasn't allowed to do sabre, so epee (pronounced ep-ay) it was! We watched a match earlier in the day, we missed the foil and sabre, much to my disappointment, but it gave me the chance to explain epee to her.
I took her over to the training session and she looked fairly terrified but everyone was very friendly. She was set up with some kit and handed over to one of the fencers who gave her a 5 minute lesson, but he admitted he wasn't sure what to teach and usually coached foil.
Much to her horror she was then told she would be put into the pool of epee and fencing! I honestly thought she was going to cry, I felt bad for her but bullied her into it anyway :P
Me and the fencers debated for a while who to put her against, and decided on Old Jon.
I told her to try and remember what she'd been taught but if all else failed just flail around a bit and try and hit him! They seemed to have a lot of fun. It degenerated into Errol Flyn style flailing, on his part largely! He had a whale of a time and had her laughing within minutes. She won 10-4 I think, and then he gave her some pointers (pun not intended :P) at the end.
She then went against another fencer and lost this time, but still did pretty well. I did keep making the terrible sin of coaching on piste, but I think they forgave me :P She kept being defeated by the fact she didn't know to disengage (he's catch her sword, hold it out of the way and then hit her), so I told her how to disengage (go under the sword). On the next go she remembered to try that and got the point :) I was very proud. I tend to forget what was suggested to me by the time I'm fencing!
I don't think she thinks fencing is her kind of thing though, she whinged about the "costume", that she "looks like a bug" and generally "looks ridiculous". Plus she didn't win and wasn't instantly incredible at it! Never mind, I get the impression that if she stopped whinging, took it seriously and worked at it she'd probably be better than me :p
Other than that, she went to a Social Psychology lecture (but I didn't, I sent her with my 2 housemates because I was ill), we played cards, played on Abba Singstar on the PS2 and other such fun things as that! I'm a bit worried it was boring for her, but we do very little and it completely threw everything off that I was poorly yesterday!
I hope she had a good time though :) I was lovely to have her!
Little Bro is upset and wants to come and stay now though! So I've told him when he's a bit bigger he can come and stay for a WHOLE WEEK. Which cheered him up a bit! Don't think he understood I wouldn't be in that house...or in that University Town in a couple of years, but I'll deal with that another time!!
(OMG isn't that just the cutest picture ever!? lol)
Today I had an exam at 2pm, then a meeting with my personal tutor at 3pm to pick up my Semester 1 exam results.
The exam started at about 2.30 and we were told it was 45 minutes long and so we couldn't leave when we were done. Ah.
I (and everyone else!) was finished after about 15 minutes. They gave in and let us go. I headed over to the building where all the Psychology people "live", I sat in the waiting room until it was 3 o'clock then went and found his office, and the other tutees sat outside.
After 45 minutes I was STILL sat outside, as were 15 other people by this point. It was starting to be clear he wasn't turning up! Someone had already been down to reception - no one had seen him yet today.
We all went down to reception and the poor receptionist started making phonecalls to try and track him down! By the second phone call there was no "Hello" just "Where's [tutor]? I have 15 of his tutees stood in front of me." (We were meeting in groups of 5, but he'd missed 3 lots of appointments).
She was very sorry but she had no idea where he was.
We then marched on the Psychology building demanding our results. On an Open Day.
Someone quickly ran back up the hill to the other building to pick up all of our results off his desk and then met us individually to get them. It was now 4pm, I had Little Sis waiting for me back at my house, and we were meant to be watching a fencing match that had started an hour ago! Also, halfway through my meeting, the tutor himself rang up! The conversation I could hear went along the lines of "Yes. Hello, I know, in fact I'm meeting with your tutees right now. The ones that turned up. They're pretty angry. I'm going now." *giggles* Someones in troooouuuuble :P
BUT my results were good :)
I was expecting to have failed Psychobio (which was incidentally taught by the missing tutor!!) but I got a C in my final exam (they "moderated" the questions and scaled the grades up or something LOL), which got me a D+ overall for that module (I got a D on my mid-term). In Memory, Perception and Attention I got a B- on my final exam, and so a B overall (A- on the midterm). In Developmental I got a B, which was the same as my mid-term, so that was a B overall.
The best result though, was Research Methods, for the third semester running! I was absolutely bowled over! I got an A- overall, I'm terrible at stats, or so I thought!! Plus that module carries the greatest weighting (it's a 30 credit module, the others are 10 each).
Which means I have a solid 2.1 and if I put in the hours (i.e. actuall do some work) then it shouldn't be difficult at all to get a First :D Watch out Dad, sports car here I come!!
This is only 12.5% of my overall degree like, but given that one module I genuinely didn't understand, I think I'm off to a spectucular start :)
I shall update some more soon, Alix, I'm about to take Little Sis over to fencing. This should be interesting :P Sorry my blogging has been lacking, hope this is enough reading material to procrastinate with for the time being :P
So last night I didn't sleep too well and I had to wake up at 7.45. This then led to me staying in bed dozing til 8.15 then running around manically trying to get ready on time.
The reason? More injections. I was daft enough to actually agree to an appointment at 8.40. WHY do I do that to myself? Or more importantly the people around me??
I got out of bed, remembered I had no bread or milk, so had to use 2 slices of Lucy's.
I then had to go and wake Lucy up and ask very nicely if she could PLEASE go and move her car in 15 minutes. She did eventually agree.
My toast was almost instantly cold, that's how cold our house is.
My hair was impossible to brush, so I simply stopped trying. I didn't care!
I wrapped up (not thinking to put my gloves on - I'll be in the car!) and went out.
My car did not want to start. As in I genuinely thought it wouldn't. I was sat there, opposite Lucy's car, with her car starting perfectly first time, glaring at me because I made her get out of bed, begging my car to start. I nearly cried. Luckily my car did finally do as it asked.
I then got stuck in traffic. I was driving like...5 minutes away, and it took ages because of the school run! ARGH! I was already late at this point! And my fingers had gone bright red they were so cold. So, trundling along, whimpering, I had to try and get my gloves out of my pockets and put them on, before the pain made me cry. (I was starting to think at this point it could just be one of them days).
I finally got there, and after all my panic...they weren't running on time anyway. I got called in...and only needed one injection! I've had my first HepB one, I need to remember to call up in a month's time for my next one and Yellow Fever, then about 10 days before I go I have to have my Meningitis ACWY. The last nurse didn't mention that one, but everyone else is having it, so I asked this one. "Oh well that's only if you're having a lot of contact with the locals" "...we'll be in the orphanage...." (de ja vu, I DID tell the other nurse that. REPEATEDLY). "Oh well then! Yes I'd definitely recommend that one".
I finally left, tried to pull out of the road at the end (turning right) and there was no way I could. I ended up reversing back a bit, turning left, driving down the road a fair bit til I came to a roundabout, going all the way around it and coming back. That was quicker than waiting for a space.
I then decided to go to the supermarket (since we had no bread or milk!). I managed to walk straight past the milk, and had to go back. And then walked past the bread. So had to go back.
I finally got home, got a load of hassle off Lucy because she couldn't get back to sleep and so I should stay awake with her, and not go back to bed, which I'd been dreaming of doing since I got up. I eventually lost my temper, snapped at her and stormed off into my room. There is a REASON I'm going back to bed, people! It's for your own safety!! If I stay up I'd just end up killing them all, even though I'm not especially tired right now, I know I'll get to about lunchtime (when we're going out to the gym) and just die. And then kill them all because I'm tired and therefore every little thing is irritating.
So, for the safety of my housemates, I'm off back to bed! I'll update later and let you know if the rest of my day is an improvement on the first 2 hours!
I'm 28 years old, English, and love to travel. I have recently moved to Indiana, USA, to work at a nonprofit camp for 18 months (extended J1 visa). This blog has tales of my adventures, and my views on life, the universe, and everything.