I have finally accepted that despite all my efforts, my poor blue mini iPod is just too old. It has finally given up on life, despite a new battery and all attempts at rescue. It wont even turn on anymore. :(
However I wont mourn too long; I have bought and recieved a very very lovely new nano. 4GB, and its in a smexy shade of red!; Yay for (product)red. Although the donation Apple gives is pathetic and AIDS will not be cured any time soon ($10? Give me a break! What a token effort) but at least I tried and did a bit - apparently I’m currently funding AIDS drugs for one person for one month.
That really puts things in perspective. Just 28 little days, 672 hours.

This week has been kinda manic. It was activities week at my school, which is the second week into the work experience of year…I forget which…ANYWAY. This means you pick an activity from a selection and do it for a week (simple really) and so I (naturally) decided to help at the week which happens at Valley Farm (the riding stable I ride at if you hadn’t guessed). So I’ve had a week of charging round a yard, doing up bridles, scooping children off the floor and chasing stubborn horses up to jumps.
We took the novice class out to do cross country jumping and the horses were completely non-plussed. You could almost read their mind
You think I’m jumping? Make me bitch!
We also had a minor incident with a horse and the camel. The horse (Tara) has never seen the camel before, and so she was suitably freaked out by this deformed horse-like beast with a stretched neck and humpy back. She made fuss, kicking, bucking and generally protesting but eventually she was convinced to walk past.
Coming back was a different story - she took a second look, realized just how ugly the camel was, reared, bucked and set off at a gallop in the opposite direction. Tara is a thoroughbred horse - think grand national, think long legs and highly strung. Think fast.
I wasn’t about to try and catch any kind of galloping horse, whether it be Shetland pony or thoroughbred racehorse, but I got yelled at and so was forced to run after her with the owner until Tara ran out of path to go down.

Last Day tomorrow :(
I’ve enjoyed my time - Valley is a place where your actions often mean more than words, and sometimes I think its important to remember the full impact of all our actions.

This weekend I get to go see The Importance of Being Ernest performed. I love that play!

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
(and Poddle - yes I do insist on giving inanimate objects like iPods, cars and gargoyle statues names)

My recent lack of posts is because I have recently found myself busy driving round England hunting the rare and elusive creature; my perfect university.
The steps to the hunt are very simple - pick a course, pick the universities, drive around your chosen area visiting as many as you choose until you finally cannot stand to sit through another gushing welcome talk by the respective head of department or university and you really don’t care what their teacher ratings are. Then you settle down with a list and narrow it down to five, which you then home in on, and pounce in the hope that it will allow itself to be caught.
I’ve looked at Bath, Surry, Nottingham and York. So far I rank them

1. Surry - the best accommodation by far and also the best course.
2. York - Ok accommodation and a good course, very enthusiastic lecturer
3. Nottingham - only by default, not so keen..
(Bath doesn’t count, I don’t have an A* in GCSE maths and so can’t apply)

I learned a few things. Firstly, Never Assume it will do what it said on the label.
When we settled down for a talk entitled “Welcome from the head of Nottingham Psychology” I assumed it would be the head plugging Nottingham, telling me all the wonderful facilities the department has and how wonderful it does compared to other Uni’s, but I actually ended up listening to The Head of Nottingham Psychology plug his own research and book, priced £15.99 from all good bookstores and a lecture about the bloody MRI scanner which was in fact invented in Nottingham (and weren’t they proud of it!). We then went to a Talk on Psychology I assumed that they would now be telling us about the course, what a Psychology degree would involve, the usual stuff.
WRONG!
I sat and listened to a mad German professor tell us about his experiment into yawning monkeys and the contagion of yawning. Ironically several people fell asleep.

I also learned that driving on ‘A’ roads isn’t so great - its actually pretty boring when its just straight forward, asides the over taking a zillion lorries or the scary tailgating lorries. But City driving is VERY stressful.

Anyway, I’ve just spent whats verging on 7 or 8 hours in a car, so now I’m gonna go do something active and save my legs getting varacus veins.

Lots Love
Kat
xxx