Friday is officially the last Global politics lecture of the First year ever.
Slightly sad of the prospect that I’m getting older and that I didn’t enjoy the lessons as much as I should have, I’m trying to move on from the fact that I’ll probably never see these people again. Although there have been some who have seriously annoyed me, I have enjoyed the laughs, the shocks, the blank expressions on many faces and hidden rolling of eyes from certain people when a certain person has started speaking.
I’ll miss the innocence of myself – not knowing where the Balkans region was, not knowing what pragmatic or post modern means, trying to convince my professor that I actually did do the reading, etc. I’ll miss the certain unity of most of our class against a couple of know-it-alls. I’ll definately miss the laughs, the murder of the teletubbies and the notes from Felicia and Alea.
But this isn’t the time to be upset. I’m carrying on with politics next year – dropping journalism and hoping that William Sheward will still be floating around, always eager to help me. 
Soon on Friday I shall say my goodbyes, my thanks and will pray that everyone will be happy.
On a completely different note, I have started to reread and pick up the new books of Christine Feehan’s Ghostwalkers series. Excellent books about Special Forces Servicemen being genetically engineered and their acquaintances with their women….
Anyway assaignments and essays and an exam will prevent me to write any time soon.
Take care
snakexxx
