Personal Statement

Ahh, sitting at work on my own as all other members of staff have decided they have better things to do with their afternoon than to be in the office. As the junior, defenceless one I was elected to be the solitary phone-manner for the afternoon which has its goods and bads:
1) Get to answer the phone (good)
2) Have to be near phone at all times (bad)
3) Can have as many biscuits as I like (good)
4) Have eaten too many biscuits (bad)
5) There's no one to tell me what to do (good)
6) There's no one to tell me what to do (bad)

So I have had nothing to do all afternoon, except for having to write my personal statement for Uni next year. It was going really well; I'd developed my initial (rubbish) statement content into something which was, well, pretty good if I do say so myself. Loads of stuff about my opinion on literature's function, how we can or should read it for meaning etc. etc. which I thought was much better than my last statement, and anything else I could come up with. It took about four hours to write roughly 30 lines, such was my pickiness about what should go into the thing. So just as I was about to move on to the final 'please love me' bit, the phone rang. This was actually quite welcome as by then I was getting sick of writing about myself for so long and appreciated the distraction, however the end to this tale is not so rosy as ye may think. Basically, in orter to shorten a long story, I had to e-mail a thing to a person, and in the process of doing so lost my ENTIRE PERSONAL STATEMENT. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I still can't quite believe it. I have so much to do at the moment that the fact I have to re-write my stupid personal statement is actually quite depressing. And I just know I won't be able to get it as good again! I'm hoping that the phone call was actually divine intervention, and God wants me to write something different in order to get me into a different Uni than I would have done with the last statement. Still, I am quite annoyed and ratty. Also, to compensate for my loss of statement I ate three biscuits and a Toffee Crisp. So now instead of just feeling like an imbecile I also feel fat! Might cycle home at a manic speed in order to work off psychic turmoil and calorific globules.

At least I know what I want to put in my statement now, so hopefully it won't take as long. I can also re-jig the structure of the statement which, on reflection, could have been better. Hopefully being with family will help me to calm down and to see the funny side.

Ha FRIGGING ha.

xxx