Yep – I know – another crap shot but it’s a day with GOOD things and a day with BAD things all at the same time!

I’m finally getting into the swing of things at college now and starting to look forward to going in with glee rather than terror. My daily workload in terms of times in college varies enormously, not only on a daily basis but on a weekly one too. The timetable seems to chop and change around for no apparent reason so I have to keep myself alert to room changes, time changes and even day changes. I think I’m keeping on top of it all.

I’m also starting to put names to the sea of faces that surround me each day and to be able to hold a conversation with a handful of people with some prior knowledge about their lives – you know, whether they’re in halls, their age, their interests and pastimes out of college. That’s a clear indication I’m settling in.

Today I had a biology lab – the second one I’ve done and a bit more interesting than last time. I got to look at some living cells - onion, elodea, my own cheek cells and some pond water. I reckon it’s only just above Mickey Mouse level (if at all) but nonetheless to a novice like me, it’s very exciting. I’m thrilled by it.

The fact that I was in Biology meant I collected back my first bit of marked work, a drawing of some cells from a pig’s oesophagus. I was a bit perturbed by being marked on a drawing – if I’d wanted to draw, I’d have done an art degree. In the event, artistic merit didn’t seem to apply because the above is my mark – 9/10 and a “good” from my lecturer. Phewee. My thrilled-ness didn’t even abate when a cruel DM pointed out to me that she’d originally given me an 8 but had, for some unknown reason, shifted the 8 to a 9.

The bad?

Rosie (my beloved baby…..otherwise known as a 10 year old border collie….otherwise known as the mad bitch) has got two lumps, which she’s been to the vet about today. I’m trying not to get too scared but she’s got to go into the vets, go under a general anaesthetic and have them off. Having them analysed is an optional extra with an optional extra big price tag attached so we’re probably going to stick our heads in the sand, have them taken off and hope for the best. Knowing if they are cancerous will only make things more worrying.

More bad?

My Mum rang me with the desperate news that my cousin’s husband has been given two months to live, following a long battle with cancer.

So, despite such a good day at college, there are colossal bad things hanging over our family.