A few years ago, when I was looking around the University of Lincoln for my MA course, the guide, a 2nd year undergraduate, said he hadn’t known Isaac Newton was from Lincolnshire until he’d come to the University. I think he was from Nottinghamshire. Sir Isaac isn’t our only famous scientist however.
So today is symposium day. I’m nervous about the standing up and talking to people about my dissertation. I have notes for the ten minute talk but I’m not comfortable with it. I’m just going to look at the back of the room and talk to the wall, I think.
Last Wednesday was our last day before the Easter break, and to make up for some of the weeks lost because the tutor was ill, we had a extra session in the morning. The morning session cover basic grammar questions and pamphlet production, and flash fiction. The usual afternoon workshop covered ‘found’/re-purposed fiction. Can’t say I was too fussed by either workshop, but I had had an early start and a long wait between. I left at five in the afternoon, because it was a long enough day without staying and having to wait for the 20:02 train back to Grimsby.
Good evening (I think 6 pm counts as evening in the winter, doesn’t it?).
As I wrote earlier in the week, on Wednesday I officially started my MA in Creative Writing at the University of Lincoln. Continue reading “Uni: week 1”