My latest earworm

I was supposed to enrol on a counselling course today. I didn’t realise until the admissions department phoned me at half past eight this morning. I knew it was an enrolment day but as I hadn’t been given an offer (verbally, or otherwise) I assumed that I couldn’t enrol.

I also had a weird experience in my course interview last week; I was not interviewed. I was given an overview of the course in a group of ten other people. In that session I was given a form to fill in where I tasked with writing why I want to do the course, the skills I have and how I plan to manage the course alongside my job. I filled it in and handed it back. It was filed away so I figured it would be reviewed later.

I stayed home and played Minecraft and attempted to write. But I had a lot on my mind and I couldn’t concentrate. I did laundry instead. I feel a bit deflated. It’ll pass, I guess.

I updated my about page because I realised my University of Brighton staff contact details had expired. Oops.


Another day, another headache.

I won’t start this blog with a rundown of how exhausted I am. I mean, anyone who works in HE knows about clearing week. Especially if you are blessed enough to work in admissions and enrolments, and have to deal with the rapid increase in student numbers – you know, magic up a few rooms, communicate the last minute changes to everything and just have to wrestle with your conscience because clearing gives so many opportunities to folk who may not have been able to study otherwise but it happens at a time when many people feel stressed and vulnerable. But that’s enough politics here.

Gripes aside. I do love this time of year. It really does feel like a time full of possibility and I am so happy to work in this industry. Especially as HE really did change my life (more my outlook, than my career) so I feel amazing being part of the learning journey of others.

My day off was supposed to be catching up with my friend from college who was visiting the county. But I woke up feeling awful and decided to have a duvet day. My brain wouldn’t be quiet and my joints ached. Continuous noise has followed me since then.

I have an interview for a counselling course next week. Which I am hugely excited about and I’m pretty confident I’ll be offered a place. I can’t wait to get started on my reflective journal and start playing around with Moodle (which you’ll know I am a big fan of) again.

I attempted to write to clear my head but I haven’t managed it. I pitched a few articles to Unified and I wanted to write them today. Not that I need to. I just want to get ahead of my schedule. I also applied to join an erotic writers pool and we are writing a collaborative story. I say we. They haven’t decided if I’ll be writing with them yet.


The past two days at work have made me want to scream. My team are super-supportive but lately outside forces have been stepping in to help out. Which is great. But, as a result, I feel like I’m losing track of my work. And honestly, the help would’ve been better appreciated months ago. Right now it’s a distraction.

But… CSR keeps getting better and better. This track plays often and clanging guitars feel the same as the blood pumping through my stressed out head. Also, what a tune.