Back (but not) for good
January 31, 2013 § Leave a comment
Alas, I have returned to St Andrews for one final hurrah. It is my last semester in this seaside town and I will miss it. This semester feels odd – I know it is the last, yet in many ways it remains fundamentally the same. I suppose most students in their final semester here will be partying it up as much as possible, trying to squeeze out the last dregs of university existence before being plunged into ‘The Real World’. As for myself, I have a plan for next year: more studying. Yes, that’s right – another year of the hard slog. I must be mad.
This semester is particularly exciting because of the modules I am taking: Creative Writing and Contemporary British Fiction. Both of which I have been longing to take since I entered third year. We received a ‘terror talk’ from Jacob Polley, one of the Creative Writing coordinators; needless to say, I am terrified. Although, he did reiterate everything I already knew: this will be hard; you must work a lot. I found it interesting when they told us that it will be quite a vulnerable process; we need to delve inside ourselves, to fish out our ideas from within. I am also filled with excitement. Writing has always been a passion of mine; but recently it has faded from my everyday life to become something I do only occasionally or only ever think of doing, instead of actually doing. The only reservation I have about the module is grades. I want to do well and I am terrified not only that they will hate everything that I produce – but that I will then receive a shitty mark for it. But, I must continue. If I chickened out now, I would never forgive myself. And then there is the Contemporary British Fiction module which I can tell is going to be engaging, absorbing, fun. Our tutor is so enthusiastic and the rest of the class is vocal which always means you have to do as much work as possible in order to stand out and do well. I am currently finishing ‘Regeneration’ by Pat Barker and then we move on to Jeanette Winterson’s Written on the Body. I am also going to attempt to read Cloud Atlas soon because the movie comes out in about a month (perhaps less) and I simply must read it beforehand.
I shall attempt to post whatever creative nuggets I produce (haw haw) during this semester. But now I shall leave you with this poetic, lyrical (in no way affected) passage from Jeanette Winterson’s wonderful Lighthousekeeping:
‘I’ll call you, and we’ll light a fire, and drink some wine, and recognise each other in the place that is ours. Don’t wait. Don’t tell the story later.
Life is so short. This stretch of sea and sand, this walk on the shore, before the tide covers everything we have done.
I love you.
The three most difficult words in the world. But what else can I say?’