Today was my first day of school: last night I had a moment of being complete overwhelmedness and had to have a lie down because I hadn't made enough spaghetti for dinner. That is, I was making the spaghetti and staring down into the portion I had made as it sat, in the pan, and I suddenly realised that I hadn't made enough to feed everyone in the flat. And I was terribly tearful about it - I felt moments away from seasoning the pasta with my own tears. I went and had a lie down and felt much much better after a little sleep, a very little cry and some Agatha Christie. But strange, isn't it, how the Anxiety manifests itself? Because that's what I figure the spaghetti tears were all about. I was scared about school and that maybe I had made a terrible, horrible mistake and I was going to be screwed for work and completely broke. Woe! Anxious time!
School itself was remarkable in it's anti climax - as I predicted there were a lot of sweaty teenage boys there. We had a rather awkward powhiri-type welcome that was conducted entirely in English. The food afterwards was a selection of muesli bars and some cheap juice (of which I didn't partake in). I used to go to exhibition openings with the tutor that showed us around the building but he didn't appear to recognise me.
On the plus side: all the girls seem to be very cool people. And I'm learning! Despite the panic of last night I'm really excited about the prospect of learning something new. Also, I get a discount at Deluxe which is like my most favourite cafe ever. And as I've said before, if nothing else then I can work on making this blog super extra fabulous.
I'm hoping that this little introspective blog entry will propel me into blogging again.
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