So, to start with: since my last blog, with extensive help from my mother (thanks and sorry mum), I’ve managed to pack all my belongings in to two suitcases. I’m sure that I won’t use 80% of the things I’ve packed, but all the same it’s done. It actually wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be, mainly because Mum did most of it. But I most definitely underestimated packing – it’s an art. A lot of people gave me tips, to cram as much as I need in to my brand new Aldi-bought suitcases. I learnt that vacuum packs are my new best friend, they are God’s gift. Anyways it’s satisfying to know that it’s all sorted, but I am starting to run out of clothes to wear for the 4 days running up to the flight as all of my clothes are in plastic containers.
But let me tell you more about what the title suggests. For the past 7 months I’ve been waiting to get started, I’ve had a small job to keep me busy, but I’ve also had far too many hours to over-think. Watching videos of Waterford, speaking to some of my co-years, and IB2s – it’s all been very eye-opening and exciting. But one thing I’ve tried not to do (tried and failed to an extent) is to expect. I don’t want to expect things about my UWC experience. I have reasons to back me up; I’ve been told not to by some UWC alumni, I don’t want to have dreamed up a whole place, only to find out that it’s completely different to what I imagined. But the main reason that I’m trying to supress all of this, is that I don’t want to have to live up to my own expectation – I rather find out as I go along; if things go wrong, they go wrong.
But realistically I know that I do have some expectations, it’s natural. Here they are in no particular order:
- I’m expecting some homesickness. It’s inevitable – for me anyway. I don’t know when to expect this homesickness, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be hitting me at some point.
- I’m expecting to give up sleep. I’ve been told that there are 3 ‘S’s in the IB. Sleep, Socialize and Study. I’ve also been told that it is impossible to keep up all three. So I’m making the rational decision to give up sleep. Also expect to meet a half-dead yet very happy Alaw when I come home.
- I’m expecting to crash in my fourth week. I’ll blame this on the lack of sleep.
- I’m expecting to meet some pretty class people. Make good friends. But I also expect that this will take time.
- I’m expecting that I’ll try to ignore that the IB exists and is on-going for as long I can, without actually failing.
So as you can see, even though I have tried, I do have some expectations. Hopefully they’re not too irrational, but then again I’m usually wrong.
But in the next few days, I’m going to try and not to think about it too much. Instead I will watch a whole 4 seasons of Made In Chelsea, which is a brilliant idea even if I say so myself. I will also fill up on as much Brit food as I can, and appreciate the last few days of normality that I have at home. But normality changes, and change is good – and luckily, change is just around the corner.