More than a Muggle...
Oxford. Week three. General chaos, and huge feelings of what-the-actual-fuck-am-I-doing, alongside generally drowning in the mile-long reading list. So far, I’ve learned a few key things about myself. 1- Looking after one person is decidedly difficult when you’ve spent your entire life to date looking out for everyone else. Juggling a thousand jobs with pinpoint precision? No bother. Batch cooking dinners and figuring out childcare spreadsheets of destiny? A walk in the park. Ish. Food shopping at Tesco for one without automatically picking up the industrial sized everything? Major challenge. 2- I have Unrealistic Expectation Syndrome. I’m not sure if it’s an actual thing, but if it isn’t it should be. I have been blessed (or cursed, depending how you look at it) with the ability to retain information fairly quickly and with decent understanding. After my first philosophy of educational research (yes, it’s a thing) lecture, I came out wanting to cry. Despite hav