The waiting game
The other day, someone told me that Edinburgh give places out to Scottish students first. Even though this would explain why I haven't heard from them, I'm still anxious about the lack of response. I got another offer last week, this time from Lancaster, so the way Edinburgh is making me wait is making me nervous. I honestly don't think I'm going to get an offer from them. What's worse is, even though I thought I knew exactly where I wanted to go, I now realise that I actually don't know which I would pick out of Lancaster and Bangor, if that was my choice.
My little brother, Peter – who happens to be about half a foot taller than me – keeps asking when I'm moving out so he can have his own room. Every time he asks I realise that I really am going to be gone from home soon: let loose upon the world. Scary thought.
Each time I think about it, I worry that I won't make any friends when I get to university. I know that most people will feel the same, but it doesn't ease my fears. Part of me wants to arrive and be as bouncy and happy as possible to attract new friends. The other part wants to hide in my room and emerge only to go to classes. Hopefully, someone will take pity on me in the Freshers' Fair and say hello.
Last updated on: 11 April 2008