Exam results

Today I got my results for this academic year. I failed.

I’ve failed before, time and time again in fact. I haven’t had a single semester yet that didn’t require resit exams in the summer. This time I have two of those, and this year obviously I am in no frame of mind to either sit down and study or sit down and take an exam. I’ve written to my tutor briefly describing my extenuating circumstances, but I expect they’ll need to know more.

This summer I had hoped to have learnt to drive, taken another sign language course, and travelled the country a bit. Then it turned out I needed to be spent building a website for the swing dance society and studying for retakes. Now it’s spent organizing funerals and tidying up poorly organized business shit.

My mum asked if I even wanted to continue studying in Sheffield. I’d been considering just quitting uni before, but it turned out she was only asking if I wanted to transfer to the UEA in Norwich. But that would leave me with no friends and living with my mum. Sexy.

Sorry for the wordspurting. There is too much on my mind to make something nice to read. Thank you sincerely to everyone who commented on my previous blog or responded through other means.