The University of London Institute in Paris - three days a week of pure, organic, force-fed bollocks.

It’s a hugely depressing thought that I’ve got another 18 months of this unbearable, pathetic excuse for a university, during which period I can no longer miss one single lesson (yes, I just received a formal warning for absence under the new system imposed on us by Royal Holloway, who refuse to believe we exist when we need them but enforce us to comply with their ridiculous policies and procedures which are nigh-on impossible to fall into line with when you live in a country as politically and bureaucratically backward as France, a system which is implemented in different ways by different members of staff and not fully understood by the student body or union).

One more absence between now and end of term 2012 and I fail my degree.

After an all-too-short trip to the marvellous Paris [said in a lovely French accent], I’m on the train heading back to the big smoke. Maybe I’ll be back soon…

I’m just waiting to go into my interview. My mouth has gone terribly dry all of a sudden and I’m trying to think of an excuse not to do this, but I know it is exactly what I want and focussing on the opportunity of three years in Paris will get me through this.

Now, to find some bottled water…

Morning, early birds.

It’s just gone 5am and I am on the train to London, from where I shall catch the 0749 directly to Paris. How exciting?

Today I have an interview at the University of London Institute in Paris and I am so very nervous. Wish me luck.