I can’t get no sleep…

As life rolls on in Southampton and I begin to get properly settled, the issue of what I should end up doing with my life is beginning to plague me more than ever. I want to become more involved with the societies, my friends, even my course, but apathy has way too much of a hold right now for me to even consider what extensions I could introduce to my uniform life.

The annoying thing is that I have no idea why. I was worried I wasn’t getting enough sleep, but I make sure I get a minimum of eight hours now, and yet I still find myself dozing off in lectures. I’m a tad worried by this. My friends say I still don’t get enough sleep, the medics I’ve befriended don’t seem to have an answer, and my mildly hypochondrial Mother seems to think it’s because of some allergy I don’t have any more. Ideas?

On the subject of effort, my skill (and, more importantly, concentration) seems to vary rapidly from module to module, and even from lecture to lecture. I received my results from January’s exam onslaught on Friday, and to my sheer delight, I passed everything – including the horrific discrete maths course, of which I am not compatible. I still managed to rake in enough marks to be well clear of a 1st, but these are early days and these marks don’t count towards the final degree. I’m hoping this is enough to get me a scholarship; I am told I need to be in the top 10 per cent of the year to get my hands on it.

-D.T