First Post.

So, this is a blog.
Clearly.

I've decided to write it. My boyfriend Noel came up with the idea that I should write a "how-to" guide for uni, of sorts, by documenting my experiences with university. "One hundred words a day." he said. I suppose here is where I say something like "pffft, does he know how HARD that is? In the Long Term?" but I can't really say anything like that. He blogs quite regularly himself and is a MASTER at it. And it really helps him, so I suppose I figure I should try it. I mean I have another blog, but that's just a whiny emo one. I may have to delete it, purely on the basis of how bad it is.

But I'm getting sidetracked.
My name is Tess. I'm studying Biomedical Science at Deakin Uni. I currently live in rural Victoria, Australia, and tomorrow I leave at about eight am to drive two and a half hours to move into my uni halls. I have spent a solid three hours packing my car today. It's like Tetris, as my friend Katherine said, only in 3D format, and once you get a whole row, it DOESN'T disappear and you don't get any points. But I suppose going to uni gives you points so it cancels out.

I feel a bit..... I dunno. I'm satisfied and smug that I managed to pack almost everything into my car (the clothes are in dad's big 4WD), and there's also quite a bit of trepidation tied into that. I'm embarking on a new segment of my life and at this point I have no idea how it is going to pan out.

I should note, at this point, that Noel, lives in England, so that is why I am slightly afraid of getting bogged down in university for 3 years. Slightly afraid is the wrong phrase maybe. I'm being cautious, I suppose, with my enthusiasm because in the last month, I have had to deal with coming back to Australia and being separated from my boyfriend, which was gutting, and also with the death of a teacher I was very close to in High school, as well as the suicide of a boy in my year level. So at the moment I feel like emotional extremes are just nightmares waiting to happen.

I have a whole list of things that worry me, and as the marvellous Allie writes in her blog, Hyperbole and a half, it has the potential to become a Sneaky Hate Spiral at any given moment. I have all these things in my life that need to get sorted, ON TOP of starting university.
Like today, I found out that my teacher's funeral is on at the same time as my very first university lecture. Which means I can't go. Couple this with the fact that I feel like an awful person for not going, and guilt at not wanting to be at my first lecture, it does not prove to be a promising start to my university career.
However, I'm sure I'll muddle on through it somehow.

And I'm getting side tracked again.
There is a reason why people say to "Pack carefully". Mum thinks I don't have enough clothes. I am sure that I do. We disagree, she says "Well I can't *make* you do anything." and I say "No, you cannot." and then in 3 weeks time when the Easter break (I know, how stupid is that, having a break three weeks after the beginning of uni?) comes around, I'll quietly take a few more clothes up to university when I come home to visit.
And she won't know.
At all.
Nope.