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|>>|| No. 411544
Depends what you want and where - as ever.
This is the one I didn't go for -
£500K gets you 10 acres, nice house, big barn. That one's less agricultural than I went for. So, not cheap as such, but that doesn't buy you much in some cities.
You can get a ramshackle house and few acres for much less, and if you want to live in the arse end of Wales, much much less. Rural bits of Europe can be cheap, too.
|>>|| No. 411577
I've always lived in a tower block with no garden in sight anywhere. I moved into a small semi-detached a couple of months back and it has a garden. The landlord is an old woman so she has all these weird potted flowers, herbs and plants all over the place. Since it was so hot, I just keep the windows open for most of the day now. I realised that the flowers and herbs give off this great, strong smell at dusk and dawn. I fucking love it. I sit outside at dusk nowadays and just relax there.
I wish I knew more about gardening.
|>>|| No. 411581
That's a bit of an eye opener. It's amazing how expensive the property is around here. I'm not surprised to see grotty city centre flats sell for 400k, but you couldn't even get a house that big in half the Yorkshire dales areas I've been looking at. Maybe it's because it's national park land.
|>>|| No. 411589
Never knew how much an acre was. I'm a visual kind of person and someone once told me that a football pitch is 1.5 acres. Ten acres seems massive. Must be expensive to take care of all that land.
|>>|| No. 411595
The hectare is a much better unit. 10,000 square metres, or an area of 100 x 100 metres. Even if you're not much of one for metric, it's piss-easy to visualise and reason about. An acre is the area of one chain by one furlong.
|>>|| No. 411598
Turns out we get farmdole on the new place. £1400 a year. Feels odd, man.
|>>|| No. 411601
We won't be sponging off the EU soon. Those cunt farmers will go back to being poor and maybe stop cutting down trees and flooding everywhere.
|>>|| No. 411603
>And then when you think of all the opportunity that was right in front of you when you were a younglad. At my age, for better or worse, you will already have gone down a certain irreversible route in your life, and you will have decided not to follow certain opportunities while you decided in favour of others, which then may or may not have come to fruition.
> Another bullet point I remember from that psychology class was that the older you get, the more central it becomes to be able to look back and be happy with the life you have led. For better or worse. But I'm not really 100 percent there yet.
This was fairly difficult for me to read. I am, finally, starting to realise that large root cause of a lot of my sadness is that I am almost entirely unable to look back on my life and be happy with it.
I have always been a melancholy sod who tends to tends to overplay my failures and overlook my triumphs, but I really can't help feeling that I've painted myself into a corner where, as you wisely point out, I've gone "down a certain irreversible route in [my] life" and it's really, really not the route I wanted to go down at all. This leads me to an unenviable position where not only can I not look back and be happy with my life, but I also can not look forward with any real sense of hope, joy, or purpose.
|>>|| No. 411614
Well this certainly motivates me to continue with my mature student adventure at the ripe old age of 27.
I'd hate to be in my late 30s and not have given it a shot.
|>>|| No. 411618
I went into uni as a mature student and now at the same age as you I feel like I have missed out on so much. Admittedly it's just how different postgrad has been but I guess no matter what you do you end up with regrets.
|>>|| No. 411619
I just failed a fucking access course at the age of 22. I might kill myself.
It was in fucking media. What the fuck is my problem?!
|>>|| No. 411621
Yeah, there will always be regrets but I figure the worst would be the feeling of never having tried to achieve something.
Currently working minimum wage with very little prospect of anything interesting or fulfilling happening in the near future without a change of course, I've got to do something to get out of the rut.
I'm going to be a bit of a dick here and suggest that you didn't apply yourself. When I was getting bad grades in my (just completed) access course it was down to not putting in the work. If you were having problems you should have asked for help or told somebody! Have you any chance at resits?
|>>|| No. 411622
I fucked up massively in a really stupid way on my final project, twice. I could have tried harder, but I get so despondent and the way in which I messed up almost drove me mental. I kept thinking I was the only person who was actually real and anything and everything that happened around me was just a reflection of my inner turmoil. I didn't try as much as I could, but I don't know, I just don't care about anything ever. Nothing and no one really interests me. And when I do start mucking stuff up I feel too ashamed to ever ask for help, but my entire existence feels like a permanent embarrassment sometimes. There were no exams, it was wholly practical course.
I've been in contact with local mental health services, but that was weeks ago now. I supposed to get a call today I think, but it never happened.
Actually thinking about this shit is actually quite upsetting.
|>>|| No. 411624
Are you sure media and the like is for you? I had similar sounding problems first time round in uni and had to drop out (I also have a few (actually a lot of) mental health issues) but after a few years I considered getting back into education.
Those few years were important and I figured out what I wanted to learn. In my case I decided that the arts/media really weren't what I wanted to study academically as I was happy enough pursuing them in my own time.
So I went for Maths & Physics with my mind on studying engineering afterwards.
The thing is I wasn't great at maths and physics in school, so I had a lot of doubts about pursuing it again, but studying again after so many years I think a lot of the pressure that was present in school was absent and I found the subjects much more approachable and understandable.
I definitely had problems motivating myself for my old artsy degree so I kept that in mind when I was studying again. Maths is a very different beast to art though, I always had difficulty deciding on subject matter for arty subjects but with maths you have a set number of topics you just have to learn. Still found it difficult to get into the swing of revision but I managed to push myself eventually. It's hard work if you're a bit scatterbrained or ADD in your thought patterns, but seeing my grades starting to take a dip helped motivate me to try harder. Just my thoughts on the matter. I don't want to be a complete dick but sometimes all it is is forcing yourself to learn to work harder.
For reference my mental health has been plagued by weird anxiety like symptoms since I was in primary school, which made getting a job difficult when I was older. I've only consistently worked for a couple of years now (at age 27), and at times it has made me feel like complete shit as I try to navigate the shitty world of normie social interaction. It's worth it in the end though, so long as you're capable of looking at it as a learning experience and really working on improving your social skills (or even just your social mask). People are shallow on a lot of levels that make social skills and presentation of yourself a very vital skill to work on.
|>>|| No. 411626
I knew a few mature students at uni. Yes, there were times when we were making rude jokes about them, but what did we know, being 20 and still all wet behind our ears. They stuck out like a sore thumb at our parties, if they came to them at all. On the other hand, it probably wasn't easy mingling with people ten years younger than yourself. But looking back on it now, they really were a lot more mature than us. And one thing they could always give you was advice about the job world out there, which was very useful for somebody like us "regular" students, who had seen nothing but the insides of classrooms up to that point.
All in all, uni is certainly a life experience. If you succeed at it, it will teach you ways of thinking which you simply didn't know before. And I wouldn't think that it can't be that way anymore for you at 27 or 28. It almost doesn't matter what you choose to study; unless you are a complete prat* to begin with, it will have its effect on the way you see the world, and that effect will very likely last for life. No matter what kind of career path you will then follow after uni.
(* One of my mates was a complete prat before uni and is still a complete prat now, with his law degree long in his pocket. The closest you could describe him would be that he is a real life version of Gaz from Two Pints of Lager, who in a stroke of improbability passed law school and now works as a solicitor)
|>>|| No. 411635
I definitely like the subject. I think I made a mistake in choosing what I did for my final project, I just wasn't as invested as I thought I would be and it required a lot of travel and organisation and whatnot. Also I have no real friends so I didn't really have anyone to help me out as a favour.
Anyway, my tutor just told me I passed, which is a fucking joke, but is also the worst grade I could have achieved, and means I very much won't be going to uni ever. Cool.
I think I'm going to try to teach myself a lot of new editing stuff and maybe keep writing proposals, scripts and the like, because it was only ever the production itself that made me want to curl up into a ball and die.
|>>|| No. 411639
Was it an Access to HE diploma? What was your final grade? The situation probably isn't as bad as you imagine.
|>>|| No. 411640
It goes pass, merit, distinction. I understand that only the latter two give you a way into uni.
|>>|| No. 411642
Bollocks. Russel group onwards might turn their noses up but I assure you somewhere nice like Chester won't care.
|>>|| No. 411643
I hope so. I'm definitely underachieving in life.
Oh, also I lied about having a C in English to get on the course, so I need to sort that.
|>>|| No. 411645
The overwhelming majority of access courses are based on the Access to HE Diploma. These courses include 45 graded credits, each graded at pass, merit or distinction. If you're on one of these courses, what counts is the aggregate of all your grades, not just the grade for your final assignment. Talk to your tutor to confirm exactly what qualification you're being awarded and what your grades are, then check the UCAS website.
>Oh, also I lied about having a C in English to get on the course, so I need to sort that.
A lot of less-selective universities don't care about your GCSE grades, especially if you've got a qualification with an equivalent Key Skills component.
|>>|| No. 411648
>A lot of less-selective universities don't care about your GCSE grades, especially if you've got a qualification with an equivalent Key Skills component.
I can personally confirm this having gotten into (and finished) university without any GCSEs. The reference I got from a passed employer was incredibly shitty as well so I guess nobody cares to look into that either.
|>>|| No. 411895
I am in a lot of pain right now. I just slipped on a bit of water on the floor in front of my bathroom, which was from when I took a shower half an hour ago, and stubbed my big toe very badly on the door frame. The toe has swollen up quite badly and I can barely move it, but at least nothing seems broken. For now, a trip to A&E doesn't seem necessary, but I am going to have to keep an eye on it.
Goes to show that there are more hidden killers lurking in your home than you think.
|>>|| No. 411901
I said something like HOLY FUCK... HOLY FUCK... SHIT SHIT SHIT... because it all happened so fast and I was so surprised at the sudden sharp pain in my toe... it actually took me a moment to put together that my toe was hurting because it hit the door frame.
The swelling has gone down, but now I've got an angry looking bruise around the toe knuckle. My toe hurts markedly when I walk, so it's kind of a waddle at the moment.
I would show you a picture, but I am not sure what the toe picture policy on .gs is.
|>>|| No. 411914
I banged the centre of my kneecap really hard on a corner of a wooden sofa frame and almost passed out once. Not so much from the pain, but I felt all the blood run away from my head and spent a good few minutes knelt over the toilet bowl expecting to throw up.
|>>|| No. 411915
>and spent a good few minutes knelt over the toilet bowl expecting to throw up
I've read that nausea and vomiting can be one of your body's instant reactions to a bone fracture. Don't know if it's a sure sign though. Never had anything broken myself.
But a mate's girlfriend turned yellow and green in the face and felt violently sick instantly after she broke her ankle one time. She slipped on a patch of ice in the street in winter, and hit her ankle right on the edge of the kerb.
|>>|| No. 411916
You've reminded me of a really weird incident that happened to me about fifteen years ago.
I was an amateur racing cyclist at the time. During the winter, I'd spend hours in the shed on the stationary bicycle to keep my fitness up. I was in there doing a really intense set of interval sprints, when suddenly some little bastard boots the door in. The combination of exhaustion and shock caused me to explosively vomit a load of bright blue energy drink all over the place. The would-be burglar froze for a second, then ran away in a state of complete horror. I still wonder what went through his head at that moment.
|>>|| No. 411920
>I was an amateur racing cyclist at the time.
Blimey... I first read this as "amateur racist".
Which poses the intriguing question of what would signify you as an "amateur" racist, instead of a professional one.
>The combination of exhaustion and shock caused me to explosively vomit a load of bright blue energy drink all over the place.
For effect, eat pea soup the next time.
|>>|| No. 411922
>Which poses the intriguing question of what would signify you as an "amateur" racist, instead of a professional one.
The pros get a column in the DM.
|>>|| No. 411924
I don't know... DM commentators can come across pretty amateurish as well.
Or maybe they really just don't have to aim very high because their typical readership really is thick as fuck.
|>>|| No. 411926
Have you heard about that secret space exploration?
Probes around Uranus.
|>>|| No. 411929
>Probes around Uranus.
Someone's having you on, lad. Whatever you do, don't let them demonstrate anything to you.
|>>|| No. 412018
I am going to Brighton this weekend to visit a friend who moved there with his family last year.
Google says the weather will be mediocre the next few days there, partly to mostly cloudy and 22 degrees, but at least it's not going to rain.
|>>|| No. 412022
Ha, bloody southerners. It's been roasting up here with no sign of relenting. I stepped out of my flat yesterday into a wall of heat, as though I'd opened the door to an oven.
|>>|| No. 412024
Well it's about 28 degrees here in London at the moment. But the weather forecast says that London, too, will be cooler this weekend. In fact, on balance, the weather looks better in Brighton, going into Saturday and Sunday, than in London. London is going to be overcast, 23 to 24 degrees and rain showers.
|>>|| No. 412041
Those are some impressive mutton chops, even for the 60s.
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