Being a mature student at University is….different. I honestly did not know what I was in for when I applied for a Bachelor of Arts in New Media and English. I am glad I did though. So far, it is not as scary as I thought. It was overwhelming at the beginning. Do people know I’m a ‘mature’ student? Do I look old? All these questions raised a vanity in me that I did not know existed, well kind of… So from asking questions like what age do you think I am?, a very risky one might I add. Only to be answered by males with 18, 19? Nope, guess again or go to Specsavers. Ok, so mid 20’s? I have worked out my average age to be 24. I am happy with this. It knocks five years off, not ten, but that is good enough for me. My new friends are ten years younger and mock my old age wisdom. I like to teach them things about olden times. A shocker when I found out one never saw Jaws! I told her to watch it, for the love of God or something. I also went into the Student Union to get my stables sticker only to be told that my age card was so old, and that it reminded her of her two aunts, one of whom is 30. 30! 30 is not old. I’m still in my twenties, a mantra I can repeat for the next ten months only. Maybe I can blag my way into one of those secret postgraduate rooms as I get asked at least once a week if I’m ‘postgrad’. Apart from old age issues, everything is going great so far. I joined the Badminton club and am slowly learning the rules. I actually like it. Yay! I also joined the Drama society. I cannot act to save a life but it’s fun. A stress reliever. I have not ventured to Crush 87 yet, I am too scared. What if the bouncers won’t let me in because I’m too old instead of too young? Hmmmm….. I must chance it once though, to say I’ve been there…ye know. It’s a Saturday night and being an oldie, I am watching Criminal Minds, love that show, anyways, it seems I can’t get away from Gothic literature as Rossi recounts an extract from Edgar Allan Poe. Why add Jennifer Love Hewitt though? She looks kind of old. Yep, contradictory, I know. Anyways, I am looking forward to being an immature, mature student for the next three and a half or so years. It should be an interesting 30th!!
As we are all broke students still waiting on the grant, we communicated freely through Facebook. We also emailed each other through the student e-mail. I found their I.D.’s on the group PDF page. Sometimes I got replies, sometimes I did not. I could communicate with two members through Facebook and one through student mail when he bothered to be interested. I don’t even know what one person looks like. I hope he’s not good-looking. I saw two members in my first and second lab, but after that we were all assigned to different ones which made communication harder. Towards the deadline, I was panicking that the work would not get finished. After a few trying not to be bossy but showing a bit of irritability e-mails, they got the hint, or so I thought. As I was the only woman in the group, naturally I was the boss, so I made sure those procrastinating boys did some work! We never actually met to do the work. By the time the deadline came around, it was myself and Colin who got the work done. I like to do things in good time whereas Colin does things just in time. Therefore, I learned to have patience working in a group and found that everyone had their own unique way in doing things. Colin focused on references which is a pet hate of mine as I focused on the information and images. Together I think we made a good team. The other members said they would contribute but unfortunately did not by the time the deadline came around. I am disappointed that they did not, but hopefully they will grow better at group work as time goes by.
The Grand Central Cinema, a non-existent magical movie place. On the 12th of October I ventured out and set on the task of finding this invisible cinema. Not realising that it was demolished, we (I took my boyfriend along) took quite some time in finding it’s previous location. After using the wonderful worldwide web, we discovered where it used to stand and entertain many crowds. I was a bit sad that the cinema was deceased. I took the task of taking photos, which proved to be a tad difficult.
As the reflection of the sun was on the glass atrium covering the church…wait, what? Where’s the cinema? It was a case of flash or no flash? Different angles, frustration. Ah that’ll do. I ended up with some nice pictures of a church (if you squint), behind some glass, that a cinema used to hide. Here’s a link to Edinburgh Woolen Mill:
…..where The Grand Central Cinema once stood.
Our group made several attempts to meet up but could not agree on an appropriate time so I decided to bite the bullet and take photographs when I was in the city one day. Go me!