Je suis... online.
Now I'm not actually living at my own home, so the fact that I can smurf from there is somewhat cruel, but at least it's sorted for the future!
Now then.
The ladies at my eng lit course are an eclectic bunch, as you would expect. And most of them seem to know each other from the AS class.
There's another girl who I seemed to 'bond' with a bit last time who is new to the group. One late fourties lady seems to know everything and has pink tufts in her blond hair. There's one who sort of scares me. She has a strangly nodding head and piercing gaze. There's the trendy one, who turned up in a cute african style long dress over jeans, something i keep meaning to try myself but never will. A couple more fill out the numbers.. but fuck knows who they are. We didn't get a 'getting to know you' session.
Then there's the tutor herself. A really scatty short sticatto woman who seems stern, but fair. Not the happy laughing class that my AS was like however.
I do know what I'm talking about there though. Something that suprised me a little last Monday. Even though they've all read this and that and know the other, I'm the one who answers questions on text, asks questions, etc.
Go me, heh.
Although why is reading aloud so nerve wracking?
There's one bloke in my art course who I seem to get on with more than others, although they are all actually really good people. Even the slightly homophobic one with printing issues. It's not his fault, he was raised that way. The other guy and I are the only adults now, as another woman dropped out, so we often can be seen rolling our eyes at the 'kids' in accomodating fashions, and we both have 'Carry On Camping' esque minds.
Now i must dash.
I have a lino print to chizzel out and a boyfriend to pester on the phone.