Back to the grindstone

University began again today. After the stretched, sluggish absence it feels quite nice to have returned.
But it has brought with it the daily panics of 'I haven't read the book. I am so intimidated by these people. I am definitely a fraud.'
I picked up my essays from last term. When I got my marks in the summer I was overjoyed but the comments on my work were rather harsh and left me feeling like a bit of a failure.
Tonight I tucked myself into bed around 8:45pm with the first book of term and hopes of working harder this year and getting the marks I have been craving for two years.
Finally, I would like to wish my Daddy a very happy birthday.