In June I finished my undergraduate degree at Newcastle University and became unemployed. That ceases tomorrow, when I become a student again, but this time a medical student with at least some slim hope of gainful employment in the future.
Today I explored Leamington Spa wearing some rather fetching brown loafers with metal segs on the heels, clicking optimistically as I went. It's very leafy and picturesque, reminiscent of Harrogate or perhaps even York, only considerably smaller than either. There seems to be pretty much everything one could ask for here, and plenty of pubs, which in all likelihood is probably what one was asking for anyway.
I also got more opportunity to talk to my fellow medical student housemates - there are three others in the house, one an A&E nurse retraining as a doctor, one Biochemistry graduate and one coming from a background in classics. I've already been really impressed by all of them so far - they're all lovely and I consider myself very lucky to have been placed with such nice people.
Between the house and its occupants, I feel that this section of the transition at least has gone very smoothly, which has placed me in an unusually optimistic frame of mind, which can only be conducive to a good first week.
We all attended a meet 'n' greet social in the evening, hosted by the current MedSoc (the official medical society on campus), where I thankfully remembered quite a few names from before. There were a few glaring omissions however, including an instance wherein someone greeted me by calling my name and shaking my hand. I could not remember theirs quickly enough to respond with it, and instead simply opted to say my own again while smiling idiotically. My housemates watched on in pity.
I ended by taking a shower (after running it for the recommended few minutes to avoid waterborne bacteria) and packing my bag for tomorrow. I feel that I've packed light, although the first week is merely introductory - next week the real fun begins.
I've also set myself a little challenge - this charming little anseriforme has to make it all the way through the next four years with me, otherwise I'm not allowed to be a doctor. I don't suppose I would make a very competent physician if I can't look after a rubber duck.