Student (n): a young adult studying at university. Skills include drinking, occasional test-passing, dancing on bar counters, procrastination and sarcasm. Weaknesses include alcohol, loud music, junk food and a tendency to get run over while drunk.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Au revoir, first term!

And so, as the first term of my second year draws to a close, I find myself vacuuming my room and cleaning my basin in preparation for vac. Luckily this term we aren't required to pack up our rooms, so my bag is MUCH lighter than usual and my 'packing' took me all of an hour to finish. Now I'm bored and waiting for my final laundry load to finish drying.

When I think about the past term, I can't say anything in particular stands out. Well, other than how fast it passed that is. Before I know it I'm going to be graduating and entering the scary REAL adult world! (Yes I know lecturers tell us that we're adults now, but they're lying). I have no desire to leave university; I'm perfectly happy here. Except for exams. Those can go. Which, incidentally, is why I'm choosing to look back at the past term and not forward to the coming exam term :/ it is not something I'm looking forward to. Especially considering my terrifying timetable (three exams in three days?? EEEEK!)

Sorry, I'm digressing again. The point of this post was to point out the pointlessness of packing up one's room. (I apologise for the repetition of 'point' in that sentence. I only realised now that I'd done that). I understand that using the residences as hotel-type-things during conventions in vac brings money into the university, but is that extra money really needed? OK maybe it is. I wouldn't know. I haven't exactly examined the university ledgers. But it takes me one full afternoon to pack up all the crap that I manage to accumulate through a term, and is that really time well-spent? I mean, I could have spent that afternoon studying or doing assignments or writing up summaries for exams. (Not that I would, but it would be nice to have the option). One of my friends takes TWO days to pack up her room. Now compare that to the hour it took me to pack my bag this afternoon. Pointless? You betcha.

But I suppose in the end I should just be grateful that I'm getting to go home :D many of my friends are stuck in Grahamstown for vac, and I can't say that sounds like a fantastic way to spend a holiday. I've missed my family - even though my mom and brother are away this vac - and most of all I've missed my cat! (Don't tell my family I said that). It may be a short vac, but I reckon it's going to be just the break I need before hitting the horrible stress of exams. Home, here I come!
Well, home here I come tomorrow. Same difference.

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