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ravenIn times of stress, I tend to... make a mess.
Today is my fourth day of school, and this is what my floor looks like:
Admittedly, I have no idea what any of those bits of paper actually are. I suspect ring binders may be in my future.
Anyway, I don't know what I expected from the LPC, but mostly, it has neither surpassed nor fail to meet my non-existent expectations. Since Monday, I have been Going To Class, Doing Homework, sitting quietly and waiting for my name to be called, doing quiet group work, start over. It's a lot more tiring than it sounds; being out of the house nine to five is one thing, and having a lot of homework is another, but both together is really rather painful. I have discovered, however, a new fun sport: torturing careers advisers. We had one, very solemn, very practical, very worked-in-City, had wisdom to impart, wanted to know if we had any particular issues to talk about.
One girl raised her hand and said, "Global recession?"
"Ah," he said. "I don't think we should over-emphasise..."
"The Law Society says training contracts are so few that people shouldn't even bother with the LPC if it'll lead to debt," she went on.
"There's a hundred applications per place," said someone else.
"Most firms aren't recruiting."
"Our chances are slim to minimal."
"Recovery isn't happening."
"So do you have any advice?"
He blinked for a while. "Um, there was a recession in the mid-eighties, and, um. That improved. You shouldn't... er... write yourselves off."
"How about our debt?"
...and so on. Poor man; I suspect he probably knew that no one in the room had the sorts of problems that can be fixed by re-formatting your CV, but there's such a thing as a small victory.
Other than this, I have nothing in particular to say. There has been new Merlin this week, and also I have not been sleeping, and thus I have been lying in bed plotting a Merlin-and-Arthur accidentally swap bodies epic. Maybe not an epic. Maybe just some sniping and Merlin taking the opportunity to push Arthur into a lake. And then both of them being afraid to wash. And Gwen guessing immediately, and Uther having no idea, and a long philosophical discussion about whether magic rests in the body or in the mind while someone who looks a lot like Arthur turns very slow somersaults in mid-air.
Also, speaking of not sleeping, I have been medically-intervened. My GP, who is very nice, has finally listened to me telling him that no, warm milk does not help, and neither does CBT, help me I need help, etc. He has prescribed me a low dose of amitriptyline, a drug I am wary of for the not-unreasonable reason that last time I was prescribed it the doctor in question wanted me to stop cycling around Oxford. ("Because you might... fall into traffic.") But this time around the dose is much lower, and I hope for better things. Am keeping a sleep diary, something I have always meant to do. Better things.
...that's it, I think.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jacinthsong is coming to see me at the weekend, I have a lot of homework to do, it's still September. Still a murky mercurial September at that, one that swings between blunt splashes of cold in the mornings, and warm dusks; yesterday evening had that strange late-summer feeling of heat radiating from the earth, but nevertheless we are in that odd limbo of the last few years, somewhere between Eid and Diwali where no one knows what season it is. I do not approve of autumn, I think; I want hot, cleansing sun or snow. I also want a training contract, a hard-boiled egg and a pony. My life is very hard.
I should go and do some work.
(Oh, and! I keep meaning to mention this. After having a dormant account for a while, I am now using Twitter. (Don't worry; I don't plan to import my tweets.) If you would like to follow me, or would like me to follow you, or would like to tell me whom I should be following, please tell me about it. I'm singlecrow over there.)
Today is my fourth day of school, and this is what my floor looks like:
Admittedly, I have no idea what any of those bits of paper actually are. I suspect ring binders may be in my future.
Anyway, I don't know what I expected from the LPC, but mostly, it has neither surpassed nor fail to meet my non-existent expectations. Since Monday, I have been Going To Class, Doing Homework, sitting quietly and waiting for my name to be called, doing quiet group work, start over. It's a lot more tiring than it sounds; being out of the house nine to five is one thing, and having a lot of homework is another, but both together is really rather painful. I have discovered, however, a new fun sport: torturing careers advisers. We had one, very solemn, very practical, very worked-in-City, had wisdom to impart, wanted to know if we had any particular issues to talk about.
One girl raised her hand and said, "Global recession?"
"Ah," he said. "I don't think we should over-emphasise..."
"The Law Society says training contracts are so few that people shouldn't even bother with the LPC if it'll lead to debt," she went on.
"There's a hundred applications per place," said someone else.
"Most firms aren't recruiting."
"Our chances are slim to minimal."
"Recovery isn't happening."
"So do you have any advice?"
He blinked for a while. "Um, there was a recession in the mid-eighties, and, um. That improved. You shouldn't... er... write yourselves off."
"How about our debt?"
...and so on. Poor man; I suspect he probably knew that no one in the room had the sorts of problems that can be fixed by re-formatting your CV, but there's such a thing as a small victory.
Other than this, I have nothing in particular to say. There has been new Merlin this week, and also I have not been sleeping, and thus I have been lying in bed plotting a Merlin-and-Arthur accidentally swap bodies epic. Maybe not an epic. Maybe just some sniping and Merlin taking the opportunity to push Arthur into a lake. And then both of them being afraid to wash. And Gwen guessing immediately, and Uther having no idea, and a long philosophical discussion about whether magic rests in the body or in the mind while someone who looks a lot like Arthur turns very slow somersaults in mid-air.
Also, speaking of not sleeping, I have been medically-intervened. My GP, who is very nice, has finally listened to me telling him that no, warm milk does not help, and neither does CBT, help me I need help, etc. He has prescribed me a low dose of amitriptyline, a drug I am wary of for the not-unreasonable reason that last time I was prescribed it the doctor in question wanted me to stop cycling around Oxford. ("Because you might... fall into traffic.") But this time around the dose is much lower, and I hope for better things. Am keeping a sleep diary, something I have always meant to do. Better things.
...that's it, I think.
jacinthsong is coming to see me at the weekend, I have a lot of homework to do, it's still September. Still a murky mercurial September at that, one that swings between blunt splashes of cold in the mornings, and warm dusks; yesterday evening had that strange late-summer feeling of heat radiating from the earth, but nevertheless we are in that odd limbo of the last few years, somewhere between Eid and Diwali where no one knows what season it is. I do not approve of autumn, I think; I want hot, cleansing sun or snow. I also want a training contract, a hard-boiled egg and a pony. My life is very hard.I should go and do some work.
(Oh, and! I keep meaning to mention this. After having a dormant account for a while, I am now using Twitter. (Don't worry; I don't plan to import my tweets.) If you would like to follow me, or would like me to follow you, or would like to tell me whom I should be following, please tell me about it. I'm singlecrow over there.)
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on 2009-09-24 05:50 pm (UTC)That's probably not consoling.
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on 2009-09-24 06:35 pm (UTC)Our post-grad careers advisor banned us from saying things like that at training sessions because we were scaring recruiters.
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on 2009-09-24 06:46 pm (UTC)You should write that epic; I'm not familiar with the work from which it's derived but I love your concepts. If you do write it, please either e-mail a link or post it here so I can read it.
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on 2009-09-24 06:47 pm (UTC)I added you on twitter - you might want to follow @Aasif_Mandvi and @StephenAtHome, which are fairly obviously Aasis Mandvi and Stephen Colbert, and hmm... @Maddow is Rachel Maddow. @simonpegg, @bengoldacre and @stephenfry... there's a bunch of @NASA ones that are awesome (tweets from the space station!). The Indelicates have one too (@theindelicates). Um, I maybe spend too much of my work breaks refreshing Twitter. :)
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on 2009-09-24 07:06 pm (UTC)I would love to see Merlin as Arthur's reaction to Uther's parenting. And Arthur as Merlin's reaction to cleaning.
:)
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on 2009-09-24 10:16 pm (UTC)Yay, Twitter recs! I shall check these out.
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on 2009-09-24 10:33 pm (UTC)ETA: A Twitter rec, for MishaCollins. He's good surreal fun even if you don't watch Supernatural.
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on 2009-09-25 10:22 am (UTC)I classify a clean floor as stuff being in piles. And the state of my desk during fourth-year was frankly abysmal. I found stuff under there I'd been hoarding since third year and everything.
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