A day to burn the brain
Oh, what sheer unadulterated joy I am experiencing today! With a seemingly endless train of assessments stretching before me as far as I can see, the only reasonable way I can avoid a particular subject is by working on another. Or write on my blog, évidemment. Yet even here I am not liberated entirely from the books; for what else do I have to write about? My life, usually one of hedonistic pleasures punctuated with the occasional study session, has become the opposite; the hours flying by in a haze of French idioms and Java clichés, broken only by meals and the need to jump up and down and yell every now and then.
In a way, it is fortunate that I have so much to do, as I would otherwise be milling about the house aimlessly, feeling a little despondent and gazing mournfully into the fridge every five minutes. However, I would prefer a little less pressure, so I didn't feel so much like a one-legged man who made a drunken bet that he could tightrope across the Grand Canyon and now has to make good. It would be nice to get rid of that niggling little voice in the back of my head; "well well, look what you've gotten yourself into now". Smug bastard.
It's so hard to decide which subject, which assignment, I should work on first. So many options! I feel like a kid in a candy store. A horrible, nightmare candy store, where the only way out is to eat your way through either seventeen tonnes of liquorice all-sorts or 20,000 musk sticks. But eat my way out I must, so I'm off.
In a way, it is fortunate that I have so much to do, as I would otherwise be milling about the house aimlessly, feeling a little despondent and gazing mournfully into the fridge every five minutes. However, I would prefer a little less pressure, so I didn't feel so much like a one-legged man who made a drunken bet that he could tightrope across the Grand Canyon and now has to make good. It would be nice to get rid of that niggling little voice in the back of my head; "well well, look what you've gotten yourself into now". Smug bastard.
It's so hard to decide which subject, which assignment, I should work on first. So many options! I feel like a kid in a candy store. A horrible, nightmare candy store, where the only way out is to eat your way through either seventeen tonnes of liquorice all-sorts or 20,000 musk sticks. But eat my way out I must, so I'm off.
posted by Nick | 3:37 pm
3 Comments:
I am a strong advocate of the jumping-up-and-down-and-yelling cure for study-induced cabin fever. I find it offers a salutary counterpoint to the considered, measured communicative style necessary within the conventions of the academic essay. A good old flatmate-and-pet-and-neighbour-scaring scream does wonders for the stress levels.
One might assume that starting essays early and keeping up a steady study routine would do just as well, but I have found this approach to be a false friend. This semester, for the novelty value, I have been well behaved and started my essays early, but this has been a mixed blessing because I just end up going into so much depth that the word limit starts to look like a straightjacket. The more you know the more you realise you don't know and other such cliches.
I found out last night that my goddaughter is deaf. This has no relevance to your post whatsoever Mr Curls, but there you go. I now have to learn French sign language. Should be a fun challenge. Now I just need to find a teacher. Still, I've got plenty of time, as she is but six months young and I won't see her until February.
Anonymous Aussie
P.S. A tip for the day: don't see Kingdom of Heaven unless you are with a large enough group to heckle.
That is tough news, mon ami. But you're right, learning sign language will be cool. I believe, also, that French sign language is similar to American sign language. Not that you know any deaf Americans, but these skills come in handy.
I wonder how you do a good old flatmate-and-pet-and-neighbour-scaring scream in French sign language...
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