I feel like I haven’t sat down and written a blog post in a while. I have the usual poems and book reviews, but not something chatty, or thoughtful. I’ve been busy, which I know is the excuse that causes the response of, you’re never too busy to write, or, you prioritise what you care about.
But I have been busy.
Maybe this is a good opportunity to talk about uni, then, because this trimester has felt the most demanding of me so far.
I’m coming up to the end of my second year, which sounds unbelievable because I feel like I haven’t been there for that long, but on the other hand, is two years that long, anyway? While you’re in the middle of it, it feels like you’ll never get out, but in ten years I’ll probably say the three year course was done in the blink of an eye. How convenient for future me to shrug away the hard work of today. (Thirty-three-year-old Sarah: remember how it feels!)
When I was younger, the amount of holidays uni students had astounded me. But now I’m here, I can say with absolute certainty: You need it!
And did you know it’s not even like the glory days of primary school holidays, when your mum would play Cluedo with you in the living room, and you’d rent DVDs for a week (looking at you, Lizzie McGuire Movie), and borrow twenty books from the library and read all night? No, sir, you still have a job and other commitments. There’ll always be something more to do.
You’re probably thinking, Sarah, that’s life. That’s being an adult with responsibility. It happens to us all. And you’d be right to think that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little comment about it on the blog every six months. (If I don’t I’ll combust).
Part of why this trimester has felt so consuming is because two of my four units haven’t been nearly as engaging as I thought they would be. One has a great lecturer, it’s the content that I struggle with. And my other unit, well, the other way around.
I’ve also had to take a couple of weeks off because I had my wisdom teeth taken out, and this week I’ve been sick at home, so even though I’m not actually behind, I kind of feel like I am just because I’m not *doing* anything. (Sarah, you’re literally sick right now, as if writing an assignment would even go well.) (I couldn’t even carry my washing basket across the hall without putting it down because I was tired. Imagine that kind of energy being placed into an essay about Literary Theory.) (Exactly.)
But I’ve only got one month left to go (well, one month minus a day) (I know, why would they make an assignment due on my birthday?) (I mean, I’ll just have to hand it in early so I’m free for twenty four years of age baby) and so far I’ve managed, and I know I’ll finish fine. Though I am looking forward to next trimester, because I’ll only be taking three units instead of four! In a way that doesn’t sound like much, but it’s what I did last year and I felt like I had so much extra time to spend on assignments, and then on other things too.
The reason I can take three units next trimester is because I take one unit over Christmas, which most people don’t as it’s not mandatory, but a subject I wanted was only available at that time.
Anyway, I can feel myself quickly losing the filter I try and keep in place when I post things online. I just thought it would be nice to pop on for a quick chat about where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to. Although, the basics of my answers don’t change much. Either it’s:
Working and sitting at my laptop writing an assignment.
Working and sitting at my laptop writing a story.
Basically, I’m usually found here at my computer with a cup of tea trying to write the things. (The success of what I write heavily depends on how good the cup of tea is.)
Have a good end of the week, campers.