“I am convinced that they mis-accepted me”
Apparently around 40 people are reading my blog each day (despite the fact that I don’t post everyday) . . . I love you all for caring!
I am the most unqualified person for my Masters. You would be amazed at the group of people that I share a classroom with, they make up some of the brightest, best, and most altruistic of today’s world. Incredible! I am so lucky to be here. I think I come across as a mad woman who is shy half the time (I know . . . me . . . shy?????) and the rest of the time like a crazed New Zealand-obsessed maniac. I’m trying to be less crazed and shy but it takes a lot of effort when the people around you are so incredibly amazing.
I went to a lovely church called St George’s on Sunday. It’s 10 mins from my Hall and has a gorgeous building. I went to the 5pm service and really enjoyed it but I don’t think it’s the right church for me. The congregation consisted of 20-25 students and then maybe 10 other people, which was rather small in quite a big space. The students were awesome and so friendly but they’re mostly freshers and doing Vet or Med. There seemed to be a few SOAS students but the overwhelming trend seemed to be “students with scalpels”. A fabulous band, about All Saints size, but with a violin and no guitar, and we sang Mary Mary “Shackles”. It’s quite a fast-paced song to sing as worship :o)
The Vicar was a wonderful guy and he gave a fantastic sermon on God (part 1). Given the width of the topic, I thought he spoke to it really well and gave a mix of good and relevant stories to go along with the sermon. Not quite as much of the depth as I would have liked, but I think he spoke really well to the audience he had. The service was followed by pizza, biscuits, and coffee. Truly the best combination!
Overall I liked the church but I’m going to keep up the church-hunt and come back to St George’s if I don’t get hooked somewhere else along the way. Next week is Holy Trinity Brompton, home of the Alpha course :o)
Lectures have started and I’m working at not going to bed too late so I actually manage to get up in time. I’m doing a good job of narrowing my optional modules down and I have a FANTASTIC supervisor. I just need to organise actually seeing him before the end of the week so I can get him to sign stuff. YAY! Tomorrow is the post-grad welcome party and I don’t have a ticket yet so I need to work on that too . . . sigh . . .
Mostly I love the funnity that is life in London but I must admit that I have the odd down-day where I wonder why I bothered to leave Wellington where everything was so easy. And then I talk to Dave, or get postcards/letters/emails from friends and family, and I’m reminded that this is where I’m meant to be for now . . .
