So far it’s been wonderful - Uni fits perfectly into the images of it I’d imagined: striding around campus with a purposeful urgency set to my step, lectures in which I’d sit, consciously detached from what was actually going on (you know that feeling-of observing yourself observing your surroundings?) yet occasionally, briefly, roused from this pretentious, dreamy stupor by the passionate words of a professor, or maybe just Facebook notification. (Because I’ve decided taking my Macbook to Uni is the only option to make my study life easier.) APart from all that happy sappy stuff though…everything still seems so transitory. Just loads of people rushing everywhere, if you stand still you’d probably get knocked to the side; already there are mental to-do lists clouding my head!  Now…I feel, I know that the whole point of being young is to feel staunch invincibility in who you are and what kind of ideals you represent, to feel that each moment, each emotion to pass through our erect bodies and hover above our upturned palms is for now and forever. We are meant to feel eternal, young, deathless. I want to believe that. Yet why am I still troubled by the fragility of this seemingly idyllic phase in our lives? Why do I fear the end of things before they come? Also becoming uncomfortably familiar to me is this uncertainty of my own potential.’Being special’ in any way - is knowing it as the gospel truth nearly as important asbelieving it no matter what? Sometimes I fear that the fear of not being good enough is the only thing that stands in my way. Maybe believing you are special is a self-fulfilling prophecy though, in the same way that putting yourself down will fill you with feelings of inadequacy and incompetence, and hence perpetuating your own wretchedness. Who knows.  Well no matter what, I’ve had a great few days. A seriously, sublimely, sensaaaaational summer. Let the good times roll!