Jasmin's Magical Adventure to Induction

  Today was the day I finally start at uni, it's only inductions like, but at least it's something to keep me sane. I didn't actually sleep last night because I was feeling too creative and productive, and so decided to research Film Noir and the rolls of gender rolls/views of equality in the 1940-1950's for contextual research into the short stories by Roald Dahl I have to study, along with sketching and making notes on the text.

  As I did not sleep, I was obviously up and ready on time, and set off early enough to walk to the college.... So I thought... I may have been a little geologically misplaced and orientally confused, but I was not by any means, lost, as 40 minutes later I arrived back exactly where I'd set off, back at home. And so I tried again, taking the bus as I would only be a few minutes late at this rate, so no need to panic (I was stressing out and frustrated and teary). Or at least, not until the driver kicks you off the bus as it has gone past your stop and reached it's terminal (at which point I nearly cried at the poor driver who had so kindly waited whilst I ran for the bus earlier)... And so yet again I tried, this time getting on the underground, eventually arriving at my first induction lecture an hour late. Never mind, I didn't miss anything exiting in the end, apparently.

  After the induction, it was time for a lunch break, and that is where I made my very first friend, (and may have fallen slightly in love with him too). He was stood outside, flirting with the ladies when I first saw him, but he stopped to greet me with his big green eyes, and we sat in the sun for a while quite contently. His name is Muta, and he's a lovely big old cat.

  My day felt oddly Ghibli-esque after that, especially wondering around Shepherd's Bush markets with all the wonderful, colourful stalls. It's a shame Muta didn't want to come, but he was happy enough in his patch of sunshine out by the college entrance, and he was there when I got back. I didn't really engage much with my classmates, instead I was consumed by ideas and inspiration of things I could make, and so continued with some more brain storming and character analysis- this continued for another 35 minutes before I decided that the tutor was unacceptably late. And my classmates agreed. We're not paying £9000 a year to be stud up by our tutors.

  No trace of him/her was to be found, but we did get a run down of the IT induction from a technician, who kindly explained everything in just a minute, when it would have taken a mind-numbingly long hour to hear the same thing but dragged out with powerpoint presentations, so, all in all I suppose we did get the it induction to some degree and still got to go home early. Surely enough, Muta was swaggering across the street, wooing another group of young and impressionable girls, melting their hearts.