The Library at 5:42pm

I came here with the intention of making a quick blog before catching my bus at 5:55.

After attempting to log onto a computer and successfully wasting ten minutes, I got onto the one I am currently occupying, and it worked.

I had every intention of going to all my classes today.
I swear I did.

However I woke up at 12:30pm when my first class was at 2 and I had to catch the 1:10 bus to get there on time, and I was just too tired.

I got the bus at 3:10, got to my conversation class, played scattergories in french, and then met friends for supper.

It was at this supper I made the decision to skip my 5:30 french class.

Of course by the time I checked the bus schedule and realised I’d just missed my bus, I really didn’t want to go into class late, so I came here.

The library.

Normally I would have sat at the bus stop for half an hour listening to music and people watching, but I decided for a change of scenery.

My university is fairly large. It has about 25 buildings that are frequently used by the students, and I only ever use about 5.

I find that whenever I venture to a new part of the university I see a lot of new people, and sometimes I will be introduced to new friends, or just see people I haven’t seen in a long time.

I’m currently in the Queen Elizabeth II Library. The QE2. Almost every time I make a visit here I see someone I haven’t seen in years, or I people watch to my hearts content and see some fascinating characters.

The University Centre is a place I love to be really early in the morning, or really late at night. In the middle of the day I don’t like to be there without friends because it is so over populated at the lunchtime hours. In the morning and nights are the only times I like to be left alone there, and that doesn’t happen often.

French class is twenty minutes in, now, and once I finish this post I’ll bum around the internet for a while before catching a bus home half an hour earlier than I’d usually get home.

When I get home I’ll probably google some recipes, play some games, or read.

It’s a usual evening for me, and I want it to stay this way- but without the guilt of skipping class.

Perhaps I’ll look up my courses for next year now, but It was nice to just write for a little while.

Emma.