Two
years ago, a dizzy eighteen year-old was potato-sacked to the other end of the
world for a life of blazing sun, burning heat, and kamikaze goats. She spent
six months causing herself irreparable skin damage; careering around Africa in
minibuses (or tro-tros) held together primarily with duct tape and bits of
string; learning how to teach a class of thirty children armed with machetes;
and beginning that arduous process of Growing Up…
Now aged twenty-one, and officially
deemed An Adult, I’m still not quite there. Yet, coming to the close of my
second year as an American Literature and Creative Writing student at the University
of East Anglia, life is good.
I have amazing friends; a course I love doing;
a student dive modelled on Withnail and
I.
I am the Glee Choir’s resident Diva; the Housemate Who Sings At Inappropriate
Hours In The Morning; a waitress at an eclectic little Italian restaurant in
the city centre.
I am happy.
So of course, now is the perfect
time to dig out the potato sack again: Back
across the Atlantic with you- but this time we’re sending you in the opposite
direction altogether!
In exactly three months’
time I will begin a year of study at The University of California, Berkeley.
Described online as ‘one of the
preeminent universities in the world’, it is an Ivy League institution with
a vast spectrum of academic programs, and a Golden Bear mascot.
At this stage, that
is more or less all I know.
So, once more
into the blogosphere! Here we go again…
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