The Wonders of Entrepreneurship

And so is the gym. Or anywhere packed with students, really. I had to walk up and down the library for an hour until someone decided to leave, and I ran for the computer like a crazy woman, in my head shouting "It's miiiiiiine!!!"

I'm tired. Not just tired as in I haven't slept much because there's too much work to do, but tired as in fed up and mentally tired; and right now my stamina is close to non-existant. The summer holidays are approaching but just thinking about next year, and how hard and exhausting it's gonna be, makes me wanna flee to Paris and become a crepe seller, or a writer. Writing is my first passion, marketing is my backup plan because let's face it, writing can be a very hard career and I appreciate my little luxuries. I try really hard and I feel lucky to be at uni, I just hope all this hard work will be worth it when I get my grades.

I'm ready to go home now. Reaaally wish I could.

Another one of those commercial holidays, an opportunity for companies to make millions off the public. It's not that I refuse to give in and buy my mom a present, it's just that this time I am incredibly skint - I hate that part of being a student! So I went out and bought lots of little things myself and made her breakfast in bed with croissants, marmalade, cappuccino, wafer sticks, juice, and flowers (tulips, apparently, which I didn't know until she said "the tulips smell gorgeous"). I'm glad she liked the thoughtful gesture, sometimes people forget you love them so it's nice to remind them every now and then.

Hope you're having a good time in America Jimmy, I'm not jealous at all!

In today's lecture Jimmy mentioned that teachers should connect with students to make the most of the teaching/learning experience. I couldn't agree more; and I really hate it when teachers treat pupils like soldiers in school, I mean, no one ever did anything better by having someone screaming in their ear and humiliating them in front of everyone. Take my parents for example; when my mom used to take me driving ("used to" as in she's too scared after the 50mph u-turn incident) she was patient and told me slowly step by step what to do. My dad, on the other hand, slapped my leg and yelled "the clutch Monica, the clutch!!!" every time I let the car die. The subjects I'm good at are the ones where the teacher is good and makes learning as pleasant an experience as possible. I don't want to mention names, but there are lecturers I want to punch in the face - we're adults, we're here because we want to and we're paying a lot of money for our education, we don't want to be treated with less respect than we deserve.

Anyway, time to go home, been in the library for a long time (extra brownie points for me!).

Until next time!

It's funny how when I decided to make the effort to get a job, I was actually asked for interviews. Today I had another one and the place is near my house, which means that it is too close to get public transport but too far to walk. So I decided to get a taxi there to avoid a repeat of crazy-looking-lady at a previous interview. The manager knows my friends because they work there and the interview went really well. On the way home I thought I'd jump on the first taxi that drove past but to my delight none did until I was round the corner from my house, which means that I walked miles in stilettos..."Why would you wear stilettos to an interview, Monica?", one might ask. Good question, and for once I can justify my actions; I'm short and being taller makes me feel more confident, which is necessary at job interviews. Then, to make my day just a little bit better, I noticed I didn't have my house keys and started to panic when I remembered that no one else would be in until the evening. I couldn't bare the thought of walking anymore, so I popped into the McDonald's in the corner because sadly it was the only place where I could use the toilet, eat and rest. Have I mentioned that I'm a vegetarian? The last time I went to McDonald's was nearly a year ago after I had an operation, I could hardly open my mouth so the thought of a BigMac was very appealing, obviously. Anyway, after texting everyone my mom finally got back to me and said she was nearby so she'd drop off the keys - hurrah! I finally got in, made a note to always have credit on my phone when I may have to phone taxis (02 ate my credit when I was in France, they're evil!) and now you'd think I was going to sit down for a minute and relax but no oh no, I have to revise for a law exam tomorrow.

What does the karma have against me? See, this is what happens when I try to be like other students and find a part-time job to be able to further indulge my cravings of fun, fun and fun until the next loan instalment.

I do not like this day.

So I got back from Paris last night; nonetheless I went to lectures today, exhausted and suffering from crêpe withdrawal symptoms - you've got to love me Jimmy!

I thought it'd be useful to mention my trip on my diary because the French could teach everyone a lesson on Customer Services, they really make an effort to please the customers. Vendors are polite and kind, the streets are immaculate, cocktails come with pretty decorations and "merci" is never forgotten. Not exactly the same as "pound, love" when you order a portion of chips at the greasiest place ever where the vendor handles money and food with the same filthy hands. I know it's the capital, but the service was great. Oh, and happy hour starts at 4pm.

Au revoir!