That time again.

It's that time of year again. Exams are looming and coursework is due to be submitted. It is almost the beginning of the end. Phase one is nearly over. I have been lucky enough to have been accepted to do the BVC but as a totally independent student with a horrendous credit file this must be paid for without the help of family and Bank Managers. This means my summer will be spent working every available hour. I was lucky enough to have a few quid given to me by those nice people at my Inn and a few pence from the BVC provider. But it's still going to be a hard slog, though I have allowed myself a few days off for the Reading Festival. The suffering is only made worse when a few days ago my flatmate turned up with a brand spanking new motor. A birthday present for his 22nd birthday. Yes 22nd! I am scared to ask what he was given for his 21st in case I blow up with jealousy. I keep telling myself that this is character building...