Candyfloss Hill Diary

Induction

6am : Dear Diary,
Is my first day of uni here. I've woken up way too early, probably cause I'm excited or edgy. I have an outfit I laid out last night, I drew a specific look for each day in advance, I just hope the weather is fair like the forecast said when I checked it last night. I'm needing a good breakfast so I've put toast in my mini toaster and I'm about to make some scrambled eggs with extra butter... I just have to find the salt... it's in one of these large storage tins....
- Bye. P.s : I'll write out another entry later to tell you how today goes. Wish me good luck.

8 PM
- Wow the day was busy. From what I remember of the rest of the morning; I managed to find the salt and made the scrabbled eggs with extra butter and toast and also cooked some mushrooms. Yay. It was yummy, and I ate it off my favourite Hello kitty plates, that I've kept since Tokyo, for extra good luck. After that I took my vitamins and made a second cup of tea with my new tiny pink kettle.
Then I showered and changed into my outfit of the day, which was a beautiful pair of pink heeled pumps (as they call them abroad) and a white stretchy shift dress that I had sewn a week ago when I was bored at home. I also was wearing sheer tan tights and I had carefully stuck comfy insoles inside my heels, for comfort and warmth. I had decided to wear minimal jewellery for full impact, and just a put on my gold heart watch that my other grandmother had passed down to me before she had passed away four years ago. It was feminine and cute yet classy, and in keeping with my look. I checked the weather forecast again to see if it had changed, before I left for the outside world, and luckily it hadn't, so I just threw on the pink fluffy lady style soft coat I had planned on wearing in the first place. And since the sun was most definitely out, I forfeited the matching fluffy ear muffs, for another time. I picked up my chain purse and my acrylic resin milky pink tool box and headed out the door, wrestling with the locks and the heavy doors once again. I think I causing a glimpse of another flat mate but I was determined to catch my bus so I just ran into the elevator.
I took the bus with some oddly scruffy characters, who also seemed to be students, and some who looked even more dressed up and as polished as I was.
The bus smelled like crap and unfortunately made me gag, but I was just pleased that I got a seat to myself at the back and I wouldn't have to run in heels to get to class on time. It was at least a mile and a half to the actual campus where my fashion and arts block was located.
The campus looked slightly unfamiliar to me as I didn't actually go to any of the open days, as I was still in Tokyo, and once I arrived here my parents were too busy to take me around, so I decided against it entirely, lazing around as much as I could at ease.
When I got off, the first thing I did was go to the front reception housed in Block A. It was thick and stuffy, the smell of students nerves wreaked through the hallways.
Mine was Block C, so being the avid map reader I was (Not) and wearing 6 inch pink pumps, I did not want to trampse around the campus getting sweated and irritated before class had even begun. The lady at the desk looked me up and down oddly, as though I was some escaped lunatic who had greeted her. I looked back down at my outfit - which was bright and pastel, I definitely don't think it screamed weirdo. The full lady behind the desk helped me with directions, kind of, she actually was not very helpful at all. But through trial an error I arrived at block C fairly promptly with half an hour left to my own devices, after locating the studio. I went to sit at the coffee shop and drink a small bottle of lemonade I had managed to fit in my toolbox.
As student gathered about outside the different rooms nervously chitchatting with random students, I did feel my limbs going to jelly, but I managed to get out of my nervous trance and line myself up near to my room.
The tutors opened the door and the lecture went on and one, each tutor making faces and saying things that equalled up to if you work you will die and if you don't you will fail and die. Each playing their own version of bad cop, for know logical reason that would make sense; I would have thought an induction would be to inform and excite students - not to bore and threaten them. I had to excuse myself half way through, I started coughing up from all the calico dust floating around the fashion design studio. I left and reread the handout in the coffee shop, drinking some mini coke from my small resin bag. I didn't feel well; this well is not the start to the year I would have hoped for. But either way, I went back in after five minutes and joined groups for our first project.
Making a patchwork quilt from scraps, we all had to make a part and then we would have to sew it together, to make a cape. My group consisted of a grumpy boy who rolled his eyes consistently and then started listening to music, a friendly over zealous girl who was bumbling loudly and loudly mispronounced my name every chance she got; then there was another boy who was fairly quiet and only gave out mono syllabic answers to any question, and he kept his grey beanie on all day. The tutor, a chubby women in her early thirties came along every half an hour to check our progress and give out sarcastic quips, not being much help. Then we all finished our work in silence towards the end of the day, the dismal expressions on everyone's faces, showed that everyone was thoroughly fed up, tired and unenthused.
I left by myself, and order a hazelnut syrup coffee, took the annoying stinky bud back to my apartment and went home straight away to change. I went on Eugenia Kim and ordered a large pack of cute sparkles face masks, as there was a sale on, and I think it'll make the calico dust stop getting in my lungs. Eye roll.
I felt a bit tired but I ended up walking to the common student room area downstairs which was grey and bleach looking, to catch some free promotional food that was laid out, I filled my large fluffy pockets with six or seven pink iced cupcakes and a large bottle of caffeine free coke, and headed back upstairs, to put my second ready meal in the oven.
Today has really been a hassle, I am looking forward to talking to some of the other students after we finish this first project. But mostly I'm excited for my Eugenia Kim order, which will hopefully be dropped off at reception o Friday.
Lots of love,
XxAurora xx
P. S : please let me not be out in another group with that annoying girl who keeps mispronouncing my name. She's such a bore, and I'm fairly certain she's doing that on purpose. Hopefully, I'll meet some nice people here!