I’ve now had an online diary for a year. Last year I was online live with students unzipped and now I have my own site. Last year I was revelling in the glory of being Mish, having semi-orgiastic experiences in the middle of Lonsdale Bar with people I just about knew (and I also discovered Calvin and Hobbes for the first time). This year I’m on my own site, having lonely sorts of teaching experiences and missing being a student.
Last year I was the Mish everyone expected, this year I’m not so sure who I am, I feel as though I may be on the verge of becoming….what I don’t know. So long as its not something ineffably boring I don’t much care. There is something amazing out there or in here and I just have to find it. If only I knew where to look.
I wish I was involved in Freshers Fayre.
I wish I knew before I did things what I was capable of.
If wishes were horses then Beggars would ride. My last day in school this week. Monday in’t a six o’clock start thank Gods!