Are we nearly there yet?

It's Thursday today, Friday is 'our' last quiet day of normality together before life is never quite the same again, my sister is visiting on Saturday, and college starts on Sunday.

That's a bit of an odd day to start term, until I remind you that this is a Theological College, then it starts to make a bit of sense. One major difference between theological colleges and regular colleges is that they are a community in the real sense of the word - families have a part to play as well as me. Sunday kicks off with an informal meeting of students and families (a bouncy castle on the college quadrangle - whatever next?), followed by 'High Tea' and a short All-Age Worship, which means there will be a few people trying to make a good impression whilst trying to work out the rules for how long you let your toddler explore the chapel before rugby tackling him.

So Sunday is fairly laid back. But then it really gets busy. I received the calendar for the Michaelmas Term today (that's not churchy language, it's Cambridge speak for 'Autumn') and needed to read it through about three times before I'd worked out what events I am required to take part in (as opposed to those I would like to take part in, or those that Tasha won't let me out for). After that I went through it with an orange highlighter pen to make it perfectly clear, and concluded that it would have been easier to mark those things I'm not doing! Either that or start off with an orange piece of paper.
And that doesn't include lectures. The timetable is yet to come.

The important thing is that I take a calendar and diary along on Monday (no pen?), and try to keep up with everything that will be thrown at me. As long as I turn up to everything IN CAPITAL LETTERS I'll be fine. That's only 11 things in the first week, along with 2 Greek sessions per day. The returning students tell me it'll be Christmas before my feet touch the ground again....