Exams are looming and I for one am terrified. I've officially perfected the art of procrastination to the point where I don't actually do any work at all. :-/ however, tonight I went to buy my exam supplies just to prove to myself that I really do mean to start studying. Not that tea, milk and coconut biscuits would really help me study, but I like to believe it's a mind over matter thing. If I can only convince myself to study every time I pour a cup of tea...
As swot week has now begun, we had brunch in the dining hall this morning. For the non-Rhodents among you, I can say only this:
Brunch. Is. LEGENDARY.
Imagine the biggest amount of food you could eat in one sitting. Actually, no, imagine the biggest amount of food a professional pie-eating contestant could eat in one sitting. Then multiply that by ten. THAT is the amount of food we get given at brunch, and it's generally much much nicer than the usual dining hall food. Today's brunch menu included: cereal, fruit (oranges, grapefruit, melons), yoghurt, scones with butter and cheese and jam, muffins, fried eggs, bacon or a vegetarian patty, baked beans, chips, omelettes, sausages (pork or soy), some fishy thing in an odd sauce, toast, tea, coffee, juice, syrup and peanutbutter and and and...
It was epic.
And I may have even left a few things off the list; it was hard to keep track of all the different items of deliciousness that were hovering enticingly on my tray (OK they weren't actually hovering. That would be weird). Brunch started at 10am; the queue was already forming outside the hall at 9:30. By the time I'd eaten and left, people were still queueing for their amazing abundance of food. We all ate our weight in carbs and oil, and then slowly rolled one by one out of the door while loudly proclaiming that brunch was the highlight of the semester. I like to rationalise this overindulgence by pointing out that we become SO stressed during swot week (with studying or procrastinating) that we don't eat properly. Brunch is thus important to prevent us from becoming malnourished and weak during the exams. I'm pretty sure I now have enough starch inside me to last until next semester; in fact, I may never have to eat again.
Not that it stopped me going to supper, of course. Damn you, appetite! Ah well. I always get fat in winter. Third term is my weight-shedding term; my exercise/running term. Until then, I shall ignore my squishiness and mentally prepare myself for the oncoming slaughter that is exams...
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