A philosophical, melancholic even, start to September as I noted that this was the last real day of the holidays and that from tomorrow until ‘whenever’ it would be college 5 days out of every seven.

I went into town on the bus at 20 minutes to eleven this morning. In the afternoon, I had an interview at 1.20pm, plus a library session at 2.40pm. I also went swimming with two friends from school. After all that, it’s no surprise that I report being ‘knackered’.

Today being Friday, I naturally continued a long standing date with destiny – double maths in the afternoon (funny how Maths was always such a fixture in my Friday afternoons). As it was the first such session, it was neither good nor bad – just a shame that we had to watch our fellow students disappearing past the window at something like 2.30 when we still had another hour to go. I went home, after running for it, on the bus at 3.45.

And so to the first full week of sixth form college. We were, I noted, issued with lockers and Physics books. That is all.

In some good news (what?  Like I ever suffered from bad news?), I discovered that I was to have all Tuesday afternoons off until Christmas.  As far as actual constructive studying went, I had Maths and Industrial Studies.  Now just to nip this one in the bud, Industrial Studies was a sort of poor man’s Economics.  I did brilliantly at it throughout the two years at sixth form and then promptly went and failed the exam.  So let’s hear no more about it eh?  Got that?  Good!