First off, here's a proper photo of Shoyab for you feat. the little cutie that is his cousin, who I just want to squish.
So. Blog title. I went to visit a uni yesterday. University College Birmingham. No, it's not Birmingham University or University of Birmingham or Birmingham College or Aston or whatever.
I hadn't realised how much you have to think about when you look for universities. I mean, there was the course (obviously), the accommodation, the location, the finance - how much is the course? How much is accommodation? (How far away is the accommodation to the uni?) What loans can I get? What grants can I get? AND how much support can I get from the uni? What extracurriculars do they have? Is this the atmosphere I think I can thrive in? Can I definitely get the grades that are wanted?
It doesn't help when the course you want to do has lots of practical work and you have joint problems.... I want to do Bakery and Confectionary Technology... so, cake, bread and chocolate PLUS the food science-y bit and commercial baking as well as artisan and so much more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm quite excited if you hadn't realised...
Anyway, when you have joint problems, you can potentially get a disability grant, this means that I get extra money to help with transport and any specialist equipment I might need.
There is also a disability grant if you are dyslexic (mum thinks that I am). This basically means that you have trouble with letters, numbers, left/right, and instructions and much more... I might also be discalculic. This is basically dyslexia for numbers. AND dyspraxia ties into all of it (you can research this shit, because my head fucking hurts). Anyway, I show the signs for these and they all tie into each other and it's getting worse so I need to get tested so that i can do my work to the best of my ability - this also allows me to have extra support in uni, such as, a scribe or extra time in exams or a dictaphone.
So. Lots of things to think about.
After the uni visit, I met up with my Muslim sister from another mister (and mother) and I really missed her. REALLY. But it's like we were never apart. SHOUTOUT TO IMAN FOR THE AMAZINGNESS OF HER PERSONALITY. The smart whacko is studying at Aston University so it was nice to see her after more than a month.
When we got back to London this afternoon, we took Raffi for a walk. We go to Rickmansworth Aquadrome and it's really nice BUT we walked a lot longer than we thought we would (lots of woodland paths, reservoirs, canals, lakes and rivers - remember when I said I was afraid of water?), anyway, they have this cafe called Cafe in the Park. It's run by a former Jamie Oliver dude who worked at Fifteen (I think). AND OHMIGOD IT IS SO GOOD.
Here's a photo of food we had the last time we went.
Anyway, Raffi decided to run a bit and I tripped, landed in a hole and have damaged my ankle, then he kept running and ran in front of me, so in order to not kill both of us, I put more pressure on my injured ankle, so now I am in serious pain. Well done, Shenaya.
Now I sit here eating a bag of Hula Hoops and hiccuping while REFUSING TO STOP EATING. Because this shows you how ready I am to adult. I AM NOT READY TO ADULT. LLAMAS. I REPEAT. I AM NOT READY TO ADULT.
So llamas, any tips for going through all the application processes for uni? I'd greatly appreciate it.
Shenaya xx
P.S. here's a recent of Raffi.
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