I remember (Reflections of the First Year)

It's been a crazy year, what with adjustments and workload, I suppose the best way to fully conclude is the same way I did here. So here goes...

I remember the box of food in our front room expanding in size and worrying what would happen if I didn't get in.

I remember being ectastic I was accepted for all the wrong reasons.

I remember cooking my first meal and proudly phoning my mother to tell her all about it.

I remember spending all or at least most of my time on a cushion chair in Pizza Hut.

I remember being worried my Chii ears wouldn't arrive.

I remember standing in my kitchen with Laney, putting onions on cocktail sticks.

I remember one of the first creative writing classes and the flush of despair (zetsubou shitaaaaa) when I didnt have any important objects to put on the table.

I remember having my picture taken for the Derbyshire times to celebrate my achievement and having my hair blown all over the shant ¬_¬

I remember the first (and prolly only) time I visited Mosh.

I remember visiting my friends at Christmas and wondering if I had changed as much as they had.

I remember my Carley rage.

I remember the first time I visited the oriental supermarket.

I remember my first taste of Pocky.

I remember the first assignment I did and how worried I was that it would fail.

I remember the first assignment party.

I remember there being sheep.

I remember being a psychic over animal transformation.