School Blues

It's almost the start of another year at University.  That means another awkward, introverted, evasive quest to find friends, allies and spaces that provide the right kind of support so that my experiences at university are as fair as possible.  I admit though, I'd be lying if I said I could have the perfect University experience, but so far I've managed to survive with the support of Queer departments, libraries and many a good book. 

It's not easive when we don't participate in mainstream activities, it's just common sense.  There are fragile and for most of us, invisible lines which divide safety and danger, and while it might be more than exciting to blur that line, to get through your degree at University, you've really got to have your limits, rather than get drawn out and into the engrossing political slogs, the seduction of being a victim, and all the other things which are so much more relevant t o your life, but will distract you from your degree.

I always try to keep myself goal oriented, sometimes however personal goals take precedence and study becomes a real pain, and my marks suffer.  Life just isn't far sometimes and lumping it can be the worst feeling.