So, I know I haven't kept up with writing or Vlogging but I had a TONNE of deadlines for essays this week. So sorry, I'll get back on it soon!
I'll share a little story as a massive "screw you" to certain people though (NOT an angry rant, I promise, you'll see):
So I didn't go home over Easter because I was absolutely determined to get my final deadline in on time, no extensions, like a "normal" student. It took lively a lonely life for four weeks but I got my 12-13,000 words done! (Sorry to people who regularly do stuff like this - I know it's not that bad at all, it was just a massive personal achievement to me :) ).
Unfortunately, on the day I had a massive panic attack when a printer started playing up in the library half an hour before the hard copy deadline. I'd already submitted all of my work electronically, but this sent me in to such a panic and frenzy that that my (wonderful, beautiful, amazing) special friend had to come and save me. I was basically hyperventilating, tearing up and not thinking straight. I also got extremely claustrophobic so I had to run out of the library.
Anyway, massive kick in the goolies - the hard copy ended up being late. :(
Now, the human thing to do when a student with mental health issues has a panic attack and fails to meet the hardcopy deadline but has already submitted their work electronically (so it could not have been altered), is just to waive the late penalty, right? NOPE. Make of all that what you will. If anyone wants to set off stink bombs in the English department in protest I WOULD NOT BE AGAINST IT :P .
Anyway, one of the things I was handing in was a portfolio of poetry. I'll probably never do this ever again, but I wrote a sestina about my depression that I thought "what the hell, I'll share". So enjoy. And yes, I know I'm not a poet. I have no ambitions to be. It was just a module. Be gentle lol.