It’s eleven thirty in the evening, and I’m sitting on my laptop. I know I should go to bed, as I’ve got a nine o’clock lecture in the morning, but I can’t. My body clock won’t let me sleep even if I do go to bed. I’ve got into such a bad habit since coming to university that going to bed at midnight is an early night for me, whereas that was late when I was at home.
It’s got so bad that at the weekends I rarely see morning. I’ve been getting up at midday, having breakfast, then lunch at four and dinner about eight. My routine has been altered so dramatically over these last couple of months, I don’t know how I’m going to cope when I go back home for Christmas.
I’ve been trying to get a job, but nowhere seems to want to hire me. If I did, however, I’d most likely be struggling with early mornings and forcing myself to get early nights so I don’t burn out. My routine would be changed massively again.
I’m not complaining about getting used to late nights, in some ways. It’s fun to go out in the evening; not so fun having a full day at uni with only four hours sleep, but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do sometimes. Somehow I made it through; how, exactly, still remains a mystery.
I’m more impressed at how quickly I’ve adjusted to my new routine. Everybody says university is a massive change in life, and that’s certainly true. I’ve been trying to get by on £30 a week, which isn’t a lot when you factor in bus tickets, laundrette tokens and food shopping on top of socialising. The way Asda Smartprice has been my saviour is another story, though.
And on that note, I’m off to try and get an early night.