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53. So It Ends

Today was the last day of lectures for this year. For some of my friends, it’s their last lecture at Imperial which is totally surreal for me. I cannot imagine being done with my degree right now. The reason I’m staying on for a fourth year is less about wanting to do more Mathematics and more about how unbearable the idea of leaving Imperial and facing the big scary world is.  Even though it’s a year away, finishing my education and starting work makes me feel a bit ill. I’ve been spoilt in the sense that I’m used to seeing my friends everyday and I need that. It keeps me functioning.

The thing is some of my friends are going to leave this year and these are people who’ve been an integral part of my university life. Some of them are graduating and one of them is heading off to Cambridge (such a brainbox- so proud!). I’m so happy for them and they’re all doing what’s right for them… but I’ll miss them and that makes me sad. I hate things changing and I hate saying goodbye. There is nothing good about goodbyes. They should be called badbyes or awfulbyes or ihatehowthisfeelsbyes. I can already hear some of you saying ‘it’s not goodbye’. Okay fine I’ll probably see them at their weddings (or hopefully before) but I am very conscious of the fact that without the talk about lectures, coursework, university and where to go for lunch, what will there be to say? It scares that hell out of me.

Argh, I ought to cheer up. Today I finally handed in my bastard Statistics coursework and had my last M3T visit. For those of you who don’t know, M3T refers to visiting a secondary school on Fridays  to teach and examine how Mathematics is communicated. It’s forms a small part of my degree. But anyway, today was the last visit and I was kinda relieved. It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. In the last 11 weeks, I’ve seen a kid puke up. I’ve heard a lot of colourful language. I’ve seen hissy fits, crimes against Mathematics, crying teachers…I could go on. There have been many moments of frustration and it’s been a lot more work than I anticipated but I’m really glad I did it. I have even greater respect for teachers and I enjoyed interacting with the kids and showing off my maths skills (by this I mean knowing my timetables and being fast at mental arithmetic- kids are so easily impressed).


James handing in the last coursework of the year!

Also there was an incident today. I made the mistake of boarding the bus that had the local drunk guy on it. I’ve seen him around often. One time he unfortunately sat next to me and I was overwhelmed by the stench of piss, alcohol and vomit that came from him. I practically held my breath the whole way. Today however, he was next level drunk. He was sitting at the back alternating between yelling at everyone and muttering completely incoherently. He was literally pointing at people and shouting FUDGE YOU! and FUDGE YOU TOO MOTHERFUDGER! It would have been funny had it not been for the fact I was genuinely frightened that he might punch someone in the face, so much so that I got off the bus and waited 10 minutes for the next one.

Last but not least, I took this picture the other day and I’m not photographer but I liked it so I thought I’d share.


Natural History Museum

Over and Out!


47. A Bizarre Encounter With A Bus Driver

I take a bus, an overground train and an underground train to get to university, which is pretty much every mode of transport. So if one goes wrong, I am actually screwed.

You might be thinking, eh… there were no buses included in your university travel post. This is true. The thing is, it is kinda difficult to get away with acting like a tourist in your own hometown. Additionally, my phone is super annoying and can’t take pictures silently. I don’t want people on the bus thinking I’m taking pictures of the backs of their heads. I could get punched.

On with the story…Yesterday I was waiting at the bus stop in the pouring rain without an umbrella. It was early afternoon so it was quiet- there were only another 5 people there. The E6 bus pulled up and the driver opened the doors directly in front of where I was sitting. Everyone got on except me, because, well it’s not my bus.

However the driver left the doors open and motioned that I should get in. I shouted from my seat that this wasn’t my bus and he clutched his heart and fell back theatrically as if I’d just shot him. This was the last thing I was expecting. It totally caught me off guard and I started laughing. He told me to get on again and I said I really couldn’t. He then blew me a kiss and drove off. That part was a little weird but overall a highly amusing interaction.

People do such funny things!

39. Weekend Life Update

I usually have M3T on Fridays which means going into a highschool to teach but they have half term which means I had Friday off! Woop woop! I am so envious of people who have weekdays timetabled off.

However I didn’t have a lazy Friday. I made my bimonthly trip to Heathrow airport to collect a family member. (Aside: Did you know bimonthly can mean twice a month AND once every two months? I didn’t. In this context, I mean once every two months.) I go so often, particularly in the Summer holidays, that I might as well work there.
Basically…my family is brown and hates paying for parking so we have this little system going. I’ll go with my dad to the airport. He’ll drop me off. I’ll go wait in arrivals while he goes and gets comfortable in some elusive parking space far far away that hardly anyone knows about. Then I’ll call him up as soon as I see whoever we’re collecting and by the time the greetings, mandatory questions (how was your flight? any problems at immigration?) and bag shuffling is done, my dad will be waiting outside. And boom just saved £5-7!
The annoying thing was that said family member had so many bags, there actually wasn’t any space for me in the car. And by that I don’t mean there wasn’t a free seat, I mean that even the car boot and space under the seats was full. Hence I had to take the bloody bus back. The bus service going TO Heathrow is amazing but for some reason between 1 and 5pm on weekdays, there are only 2 buses an hour and I just missed one as it pulled out. Nice half an hour wait for me.

I genuinely think we should have these. (Photo credit: swiss-miss.com)

On Saturday, we drove to Chester which is a two and a half hour drive to pay our respect to my mum’s cousin’s husband’s father who passed away. A pretty distant relation but loss is loss. It was a sad affair but very dignified. We spent a few hours there and made the gruelling trip back home by which time it was getting late. Unfortunately my mum noticed an Ikea on the drive there (and she was determined to a buy a shower curtain that she’d seen online) and was insistent that we stop there on the way back. So there we were at 8 o’clock in Ikea. It was pitch black outside and freezing and there were STILL so many people there. The canteen was packed. I think people came especially to have their dinner there. My dad used to have a colleague who was obsessed with Ikea’s spagetti and meatballs. He would drive there twice a week in the morning to have it for breakfast. That is dedication!

When we got home, we all had Weetabix for dinner because we’re cool like that. You know I used to LOVE Weetabix when I was younger, so much so that when I was 7,  I wrote them a letter telling them how much I loved their cereal and drew a picture of me eating some. They wrote back and gave me vouchers to buy 10 more packets for free. Moral of the story: get your younger siblings to write fan mail and win free cereal vouchers.

One last comment. While I was in the car I wanted to drink my Rubicon mango juice but it was too warm. No fridge, no problem…


No fridge, no problem.

If you’re not sure what is going on in the picture, I trapped the juice in the car window and let the icy wind from friggin’ Siberia cool it down. Aww yeh problem solving skills.

Over and Out!