Wednesday, October 6, 2010

All these walls were never really there, nor the ceiling or the chair.

Well, it's hump day, but as I don't really have a set "week" per se anymore, it just feels like another day.  Truth be told, days and weeks blur together rather than stand apart from one another.  That can be good and bad.  Good because it means I get to come home for break soon, but bad because my first term will be over in a mere 8 weeks now.  Good because I will soon be a more educated woman who will, fingers crossed, get a job.  Bad because before I know it, it will be time for me to leave this place that I'm ever so fond of.

Nothing really promotes a diet quite like being poor.  Never mind that I've gone veg again.  If this keeps up (if I need to go one more week without my loan money) I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe sooner than I thought I'd have to.  Not exactly what I was going for.

I'm really enjoying my classes and the group of people I'm on this little academic journey with.  Today I had my Critical Geographies of Terrorism class again, and I love that we have such a lively debate about pretty much everything brought up.  Dannish, our professor, loves that we question him.  A very welcome change from most of my professors in undergrad that wanted you to sit down and shut up.  This is my favorite class so far.  I'm sure I will love my Propaganda class also, if I ever hear back about it.  While I love that everyone is so laid back here, it is a bit frustrating that no one gets back to you right away about things.

Now that being said, I GREATLY appreciate the fact that I do not have any exams.  At all.  It's all papers and a handful of presentations sprinkled around with a healthy dose of participation in there for good measure.  We have weekly reading that will prepare us for the class, but they are mostly scholarly journals and articles.  So, please, can someone explain to me, why, and this is rather interesting, only the handful of girls in our program, myself and Anna excluded, are FREAKING A GEEK out about this.  One girl said she was up all night reading.  FOR WHAT?!  We've had one week of classes so far.  Each has about 5-10 readings.  Now, these are supplemental and you DO NOT have to read every single word of each one in order to go to lecture.  If you want, you can use them in your papers, or go back to them later.  Or you can be smart and use the days you don't have class, to get up early and read, and have the rest of the day to do whatever. I'm actually quite bored with my work load.  I don't know if it's because, school wise, I'm used to being so busy that I forget to eat and 10pm rolls around, I've been up since 8am, and I wonder why I'm not feeling so well.  I'm used to having 5-6 classes a week, with a million and one meetings, organizations & clubs, and what not piled on top.  Am I missing something?  Maybe there's something I missing, because this is the lightest work load I've had since, well, elementary school.

I'm working on getting a part-time job, either with the school or elsewhere.  I've just emailed the Gates Foundation that has it's Europe office here in London to see if I can volunteer or get an internship.  I'm also going to apply to be a student ambassador.  I just need SOMETHING, because I'm going nuts with all the free time I have.  I don't really like it, strange as that may sound and seem.  Now this is an odd and morbid thought, but I have a feeling I'm headed to becoming one of those people that works themselves to death.  Yikes.  Here's to hoping that I'm wrong.

So how are all of you?  I haven't heard from, well, most of you lately.  I hope all is well.  Please do write.  It'll give me something to do. :-)

Love you all!

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