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Low Self Esteem
(aka "I'm not worthy" syndrome)

The Student Counselling Service recommends that all Padawans repeat the following to themselves several times each morning. "I am an intelligent, confident, highly trained commando-diplomat with a buff, honed body and incredible mind control powers, who has been specially chosen for intensive one to one training by an experienced and powerful warrior. There is NO REASON for me to have an inferiority complex."
-- from A Padawan's Guide to Health, Fitness and Living with Your Master.

I am not having a relapse. *cough* Carry on, carry on.

In other news, I'm compiling a list of things I've learned from University so far. Starting with the fact that no matter how tempting, one really shouldn't teach one's hall mates Latin sex words. Unless one a) feels the need to spend an entire night yelling "Fellatio! With an O, not an A!" or b) wants to be greeted the morning after with a hearty cry of "Sodomy!". At least I'm not the one who thought glue might be an appropriate lubricant.

University: it's a non-stop learning experience. But last night was a lot of fun, even if AfterShock is the foulest thing ever to be invented. It was well-worth downing just for the odd conversation I had with Sofie about Oscar Wilde and Stephen Fry.

The social scene is good for now; however, the workshop I attended this morning has me reconsidering the Foreign Legion as a potential career choice. This whole you-will-make-tonnes-of-mistakes-probably-almost-flunk-out-and-generally-suck-because-you're-lazy-bastards song that everyone seems to be singing is starting to worry the hell out of me.

But never mind! I shall perserve in my pursuit of learning! In fact, I shall do so now, as I return to Heart of Darkness.

As soon as I finish this fic.

(Can I just point out how much I miss my dvds? And my books? I really, really want to re-read remains of the Day right now.)