Right, I'm sat in the library about to do some critical reflection. 'Oh, how fun' you must be thinking. Yeah, it's just as fun as it sounds. Utter shite. I don't really understand why a five week placement can count for 10% - surely they will get more information about your work skills from the people observing you day in, day out than from trying to grasp some concept of you through 3,600 words of crap that you have made up just to meet the deadline. Uni life baffles me sometimes.
Anyway, as this is meant to be an intro, I may as well just let you know that I'm a 20 year old student/cynic/old fuck studying religion at university. No, I don't believe in any gods or supernatural shit, it just intrigues me that people can and do live their life around it. I live in a house of 8, there are about 3 or 4 of them who I generally tolerate and thankfully one of them has left to raise a family (in the loosest sense of the word). But who the fuck's really interested in what I have to say. Will probably quit this shit soon. Motivation isn't really my greatest quality.
