I woke up early. At 2 am to be precise. My brother, who I normally don't get along with at all, sent me a really nice text message, wishing me luck and telling me he'd miss me, which was a bit of a shock.
But at 2 am, I wasn't willing to see this, so I just rolled over and tried to sleep.
Except I couldn't, because I was terrified of oversleeping and being late to uni and failing miserably from day one. So when I say I "tried to sleep", it's more like "I had some fitful dozes where I was waking every hour in case I missed my alarm".
I am now very tired.
I talked to Noel for about 20 minutes, and he was so lovely. Really reassuring and perked me up. Lucky bastard spent all day yesterday watching Battle Star Galactica in bed (I would be jealous but he's a bit poorly so he's allowed a day in bed), Then I said my goodbyes, packed up my laptop and the last of my things into my car, and left earlier then my parents did. Why did I do this? because my car now had the approximate weight of 10 of me (perhaps a slight exaggeration), and would thus be going 10x slower up the hills.
And it already struggles with just 1 of me in the car.
So I've set off with my music blasting in my car, singing happily along, following the highway for ages. I was overtaken many times (Sorry folks! I know it causes road rage to drive so slowly but I really couldn't go any faster. My foot was to the floor and I still only just managed 80 up those hills!), and at Winchelsea, my parents had finally caught up to me. They caught my attention with flashing their lights and indicating I should stop. I did not want to stop. I was confused as to why they wanted to stop.
"I need a wee. Don't you? You should go have a wee." said mum.
"No mum, I'm fine, really. I could have gone all the way and not needed to stop."
I shrugged, she disappeared into the loos for a wee, then we all left and drove the rest of the way to Geelong.
Whereupon we found out that, after struggling to find the commonroom for 10 minutes (before which I had bumped the car into the concrete parking quite hard. *stressed*), that my room was on the TOP floor of the LARGEST building with the most people on it. And that my room was not square. Rather, it is in fact, a triangle. No joke. It really is. Talk about awkward to arrange!
It is also, right next to the fire escape. If that door is open for more then 90 seconds, the alarm goes off, and it is LOUD.
On the plus side, I have a brand new bed. I'm not sure I want to know why the old one was replaced, but hey! New Bed, complete with wrapping.
I brought some of my stuff up with the help of my parents, then tried to unpack, brought more stuff up and tried to unpack, then we all went off on a merrily road-rage filled (well, for dad at least) drive to get a fridge. Which we got, then had to get up three flights of stairs.
The parents then all went off for a little meeting with some of the faculty members and I went to meet the other Jaffy's and my RA and AM. Jaffy = Just Another Fucking First Year. RA = Residence Assistant. AM = Academic Mentor. They all seem fairly nice to me. I'm just a bit nervous that I'll fuck everything up and have no friends. I realise, of course, that everybody feels the same. but I am just VERY nervous.
We then had to have dinner and stuff and I met a really nice girl in my building called Lana, and a boy called Sam. They seem like nice people. We sort of hung around together in a little group for most of the day.
So far, I don't know ANYONE else studying Biomedical Science though.
We had some group activities. I was wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy. Great times.
Managing my list of Bad Things though. Just.
Feel a bit overwhelmed, but I'm sure it'll settle when I've gotten used to being here.
I already miss my double bed. :(
And my cat.
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