Uni Life: The things you really miss, and those you learn to hate

Although this might seem rather heartless, I’ve never been one of those people to get get “homesick” and I didn’t think that would change even at University. I just tend to keep myself really busy and almost forget that I’m missing home. I’d be lying if I said I’m totally fine but I’m not as bad as I perhaps should be. However, although I have no particular attatchment to my home town or even my house I do, of course miss my family…and my cat. I absolutely miss my cat. So, I just thought I would make a list of things that I do miss, even the little things.

Things I miss the most:

  • My cat running towards me when I open a packet of tablets or go into the kitchen. Seriously, I still expect her to be there under my feet;
  • Not having the basic ingredients that have lived in the cupboard since I was like five (not the exact same packet but you get me);
  • TV: as a massive fiction fiend I desperately miss finding new films and/or shows to watch, record and play back over and over. Of course, there’s iPlayer and Netflix but it just ain’t the same;
  • The dishwasher;
  • Fridge space;
  • Freezer space;
  • Film nights with my mum;
  • Coffee trips with my dad;
  • Dad’s radom urges to go to White Rose or Meadowhall (shopping centres);
  • Not having to pay for my clothes washing;
  • The constant sarcasm from my brother;
  • My brother shouting into the Xbox at 3am;
  • My nerd cave full of books, DVDs and crafting gear;
  • Having a livingroom…or just somewhere to be other than my bedroom;
  • My family;
  • My neighbours;
  • My local bkery and its incredible blueberry muffins and egg sandwiches.

Yes there’s a lot, and maybe they’re not what you expected. However, there are also things I have learned to really hate or things that I’m just fed up with.

Things I have learned to hate:

  • Washing up. Well, to be specific, washing cutlery;
  • Deciding what to eat;
  • Absolutley any wastage of food;
  • Having to eat an entire lettuce to myself before it goes brown;
  • Opening my curtains and seeing a herse roll up the drive…or worse, a body van (I live next to a morgue now! Woo!);
  • Not having a toaster;
  • Buying my expensive lactose-free cheese;
  • Not being able to talk to my family or my boyfriend as often as I would normally;
  • Missing out on seeing extended family;
  • Having to carry a tonne of food home when I’m too small to let the bag just hand by my side…even when I’m in heels;
  • Having to pay for my own food;
  • Buying food that costs over ¬£1 from Lidl (that one may seem weird but I’m not the only one);
  • Not knowing how to use a storage heater and melting each time I walk in the door;
  • Having only people of my own age arounf me (I don’t hate this but it’s becoming quite strange);
  • Having an irregular timetable;
  • The amount of homeless people in Edinburgh. ūüė¶

Some things on these lists are specific to my own experience but there are others to which you could relate, I’m sure. I thought I would share this with you guys because I personally wasn’t sure what to expect. My new friends and I have all come to realise that University is most weird due to the living conditions: you end up spending as much time with people you have never met as you would do with your own family…if not, more because you spend the day together as well; not just after school and weekends. It’s really odd, but it’s growing on me.

Just rememeber, there’s no right way to do this Uni stuff. You are much more likely to miss the little things than the things you would expect to miss. There’s a learning curve which is different for everyone. Just enjoy it! That’s what I’m doing!!

As ever, happy reading,

Carenza x

Posts to expect in the (hopefully) near future:

Halloween in Edinburgh, Going Back Home for the First Time, Jane Eyre and Why I Waited So Long, York Christmas Market, Edinburgh Christmas, Christmas in Edinburgh and a few reviews along the way!

Cloud Nine – Caryl Churchil

I would just like to begin by apologising for my recent absence and lack of posts but there is a very good reason: I MADE IT TO UNI!! That’s right, I made it to The University of Edinburgh to Study Scandinavian Studies and English Literature. I’ve just been so busy with packing, moving, seeing family, studying and (if I’m perfectly honest) drinking and, thus, I have neglected my blog. However, that is all about to change right now:

One of the texts I am going to study this year is a play by Caryl Churchill called Cloud Nine and, honestly, I am¬† obsessed. It is so, so clever, so vulgar, so brilliant that I am sad it wasn’t in my life before hand. If you’re a fan of¬† the Glorious Oscar Wilde you will certainly love a bit of Churchill. Think The Importance of Being Earnest amplified freely by the loose boundaries of the 1970’s and you have yourself one fine play.

I think one of the most interesting things about this play is the complete reversal of gender and racial roles. The first act is based in a section of Victorian ruled Africa which is where we meet one family, of high standing and wealth, going¬† about their normal, Empire-driven lives full of misogyny, racism and colonialisation. I think one of the most striking and refreshing things about this play is the casting. In the first scene Clive, the man of the household, introduces his family. First of all, he introduces his wife, Betty, who is played by a man (much like Lady Bracknell in some renditions of The Importance of being Earnest). He then goes on to introduce his son Edward, who is played by a girl, and his servant, Joshua, who is played by a white man, even though he is black. Don’t worry, these points are not brushed over in the play at all as these three characters really struggle with their identities. However, the struggle is not so much self-inflicted as it is enforced by Clive, who represents Society, as a labyrinth of social expectations, stereotypes and contradictions. There are many, many issues addressed about sexuality, gender, stereotypes, the Empire and acceptance. Caryl Churchill expresses in her preface that their goal was to highlight the parallels between the oppression of women with the oppression of Africans during the Victorian era and beyond.

The second act, bizarrely, is set 100 years afterwards, but only 25 years have passed for the characters. In this act the relationships amongst the family grow to become very strange. I shan’t ruin it for you but just prepare yourself for some incest. It starts with a monologue by a man named Gerry (normally played by the same man who plays Joshua in act 1) about his experiences with other men¬† trains and how little he wants them to talk. This character is very interesting as he speaks about being gay as a way of avoiding all the “annoyances” wives have to offer. He sees women as a border and sees men in the same way if they become to loving. It turns out that the man he is speaking about (one he talks about who doesn’t really say much) happens to be Edward. This act also introduces Victoria, Edwars sister and Betty’s daughter, who was played by a doll in the first act. In the second act she is shown to be very well-read, very intelligent and rather bad at marriage in a modern world. Her husband, whom she is divorcing, is far too understanding of her wanting a new life with a job in Manchester and seizes it as an opportunity to talk and talk and talk about all the casual sex he’s been having with his lady friends. My theory about Martin (her husband) is that he is the man Gerry complains about speaking too much because, seriously, his speeches are looooong! Unfortunately, this is never confirmed but I just thought I’d throw it in there.

I would totally recomend this play to anyone who’s into Wilde or literature in general because it is spledidly dripping in things to analyse and apreciate and I cannot wait to study it properly!

Anyway, I’m definitely going to try to get back into blogging as I think I had just about got the hang of it and then BOOM life changing event occurred. So yeah, expect more from me in the coming months…if I’m not inundated with essays and more socialising than my introverted teen years prepared me for.

Happy reading,

Carenza x