The First Test

After my summer time twin left my house tonight, i resolved that there would be something to show for my gap year something lasting,semi permanent and completely in the public domain,

"good idea Naz! sound great ,right?"

wrong.

i fully know this is going to come right round and bite me on the arse, but screw it!

the likelihood is no-ones gonna read it but if truth be told i don't know if that is worse than the alternative...

*note to self: find friends

**second note to self: bribe said friends 

anyone who has ever looked through old diaries full of half written, completely heartfelt yet completely awful poetry will know that its not always a good thing to read your old stuff, but publishing the fluff from your mind? well, that borders on the masochistic...right so here i go onwards Christian soldiers! Are you sure you wanna come along for the ride?

ok, lets start with the facts:

I'm Naz, and in August of last year i was rejected by the only university i wanted to go to,

so i took a chance and risked my relationship with my parents, my liver and my own mental health on a gap year: preoccupation of posh nobs with beards, backpacks and brioche, a year long holiday that is justified by an obscure connection to the academic.

I'm four months in an so far I've learned:

* if you want a job during the recession without qualifications, not even nepotism works

* don't trust flighty actors you meet in theatre toilets, they are liars and time wasters

* just 'cause you have nothing to do at 1pm on a weekday does not mean that no one else does either

* daytime TV sucks

informative, yes, four months worth? no.

However in the last two months i got a job yey!

I'm a cater-waiter i.e i waitress for a catering company and i have been offered a scholarship under the Leonardo da Vinci programme to work in Florence for two and a half months i leave on the 31th of the month and this is hopefully where this blog gets interesting. it is also where i add a totally unnecessary bit of jeopardy, in the form of a task. 

THE PLAN:

My mission, that i cannot back out on: is to report the sights, sounds, smells and experiences of my gap year trip using different literary styles and genres ranging from romantic poetry, to folk lore or even (shock, horror) realist fiction

so that's my aim.

I will start each blog with a brief explanation of the style and an extract from my favourite writer of that genre and thereby justify taking a whole year out of academic study and, to all intents and purposes, doss about. so there we are all that remains to be said is...

wish me luck!