Three lectures in one day?! Way to throw me in at the deep end!

This title makes it sound a lot worse than it actually was. In fact, I have had a brilliant day!

My first lecture, entitled Narrative, Fiction and the Novel, was at 9am. It was held in this huge, ornately decorated lecture theater and was extremely interesting. Then again, as one of my friends said, I find everything interesting! It was basically an introductory lecture, explaining what things we are going to be studying during this first semester. We also looked at different genres of novel as well as the purpose of them. Some people found this boring but I'm a book worm so hung on to the lecturer's every word practically! Stupidly, I even wrote 3 pages of notes. I always worry that the one thing I don't write down will be the one thing I need at a later date! I know I don't need to write so much though and it's something I'm seriously going to have to work on. It caused so many problems at A Level! We'd be given sheets and hand outs to take notes from and I'd return the next day with about 10 pages of notes after spending three hours writing them! I don't really have the time for this at university.

We had a three hour gap between our first and second lecture during which we sat in the SU and had lunch before having a funny, random hour-long chat at my friend's house, which is on campus. I felt like I got to know the people I was with so much better and we all discovered that we have quite a lot in common!

Our second lecture was my favourite simply because we actually did some work. It was entitled Intro to Creative Writing 1 and for the first few weeks, we will be studying poetry, which is my favourite form of creative writing! We're looking at haikus this week. They're not as dull as I initially thought them to be. I kept wondering how you could fit any emotion or meaning into a three line poem. I discovered though that this isn't the purpose of this form of poetry. The purpose is to merely capture a small yet significant moment in time; the literary equivalent of a photograph. They're usually devoid of emotion because it is up to the reader to decide how the words make them feel. I found some of them quite amusing! Especially the one about the waitress simply smearing dirt around a table rather than cleaning.
 
Afterwards, Emma, Sinead, Ashleigh and I went to the Old Pint Pot (which is a lovely little pub by the river) where we bought much-needed drinks. We finally decided to do the works and had dinner too! I had a spicy mixed-bean chilli with nachos and rice! All for under a fiver too!

A good first day was had by all!