(Although not indicated here, this is my first blog entry on One Version of Things. Originally, this was a follow-on blog from my original, but the site that hosted my original blog is now gone. When you’re finished here, the link to the next blog – chronologically – will be on the top right hand side. In this case, the entry is titled ‘Are Razors Expensive in French Lands?’)
This is the second day of the mid-semester break, and I’ve already run out of constructive things to do.
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ew weeks ago, there was stress. Lots of stress. Comfortable, familiar stress. The GAMSAT was monopolising my time, and I was spending hours at the university studying medically irrelevant but interesting things such as poetry and prose and, more frighteningly, political reviews. Nice.
These study sessions were like a never-ending pursuit of knowledge and that perfect balance between a Red Bull high and a coffee high. It was great.
The was a problem, though. While I was off having fun with my GAMSAT study, all of the other work I should have been doing for my classes was falling to the wayside. So, for the last few weeks, I’ve been playing catch-up. So this meant even harder study sessions, with more coffee, and more people. Oh, and less sleep. Frequently, no sleep.
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o there was one night were I decided to get to bed early, as I had a test the following day. That’s why I left at 2am, instead of 4 or 5. The test was at 8am, so I had loads of time to sleep. 5 hours? That’s heaps, right?
Wrong. I woke at about 11:45am that day, and obviously the first thing I did was say ‘fuck’. I then repeated it. One more time, I decided, would be self-indulgent.
But now it’s the Easter holidays. 10 whole days without classes or assignments or labs. Awesome! Except I feel like there’s an empty hole somewhere. A book-hole. What is wrong with me? Can’t I enjoy a week without stress and the seductive smell of a biochem text?
Have a great Easter break everyone. Try to lay off the books.
Adrian.
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