one step forward two steps back

This week has been a demotivating experiance looking for work, week five and Im lagging a bit with momentum. Ive watched the students come out of their final exames dressed in their black capes, carnations and white ties and came to relise that the final year students get sprayed with shaving foam, squirted with ketchup, bound up in cling film and drenched in champaigne...for all their studious efforts. The University and its rituals are ever present here in Oxford city but for a simple pleb these goings on are another world and seem like elitist eniciations into the creme de la creme of posh society. So now im competing in my job hunt with these students. Alot of adverts state that they want 'firsts' graduates, to me this is almost like saying no woman. Which brings me to my next endevour, I start my construction course next week so I will document my brick laying skills and share top decorating tips with you my lucky readers.
Last night we went to a Samba reggea dance class organised by Sarah who is involved in the Cowley road carnival. We were taught by the most energetic 50 year old Brazilian guy, who had us all gasping for breath and red in the faces, it was alot of fun.