Tomorrow I officially start my classes. Just now I was looking through my module booklet, which outlines the first semester for me. This week I already have one presentation and a seminar, on Wednesday. Not quite sure on what, but I hope they tell us tomorrow. I’m a slow reader, I need time to digest.
It was nice to have a week of introduction, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous a little nervous for this week. I’ve stepped into a world of powerpoint and I’m used to the technological blunders of Queen’s and bullshitting my way through postmodern theory. This land of new will take some time to adjust too.
This evening I went with some friends down to the Quayside and sat in a cafe looking out at the Millennium Bridge (pictured below). Somewhere in the conversation we got to talking about couples who sleep in separate beds, and in separate rooms. My one married friend expressed that this living arrangement works best for her and her husband. However as the conversation progressed she then admitted that it had a lot to do with power and how she liked having the control in the relationship, and the ability to send him away if she needed space.